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This is a CNBC original.
In this episode of American Greed, two grannies in jail.
Caught on tape.
Their cold -blooded murder -for -money plot is
finally up.
They'd already murdered two men who was going to murder me.
Their story is about to unravel.
They just fed them and housed them like animals, just for the sole purpose of
killing them. And it sounds just like something out of a Hollywood movie.
I think I still could not really get my brain around the fact that these two
geriatrics had executed this guy.
Los Angeles, California, June 22, 2005.
In the early morning hours, traffic detective Nelson Hernandez gets a call
what looks like a hit -and -run in the upscale neighborhood of Westwood.
There was a man in the alley, dead, and they wanted me to come out and
investigate him.
A middle -aged man lies face -up in the center of the alley.
There's a bicycle a few feet away.
The front wheel is off.
as though the man had been changing a tire when he was hit by a car.
We checked the tire, and it was hard. It had air in it.
And then the other thing was, well, if he's going to work on the tire, why
he put his helmet on top of this other tire?
It just didn't make any sense.
And why would he stop here in darkness?
Why wouldn't he just walk the bike down to the end of the alley where there's
light?
The man has nothing in his pockets except for two photo IDs.
So it was very clear that someone wanted to tell us who this guy was.
His name is Kenneth McDavid.
Hernandez notes that McDavid's clothes are covered in grease, most likely from
the bottom of a car, unusual for a hit -and -run.
Usually pedestrians will get hit and then they will either get pushed to the
side of the road or will flip over the car and they will land someplace else.
They will not have all that grease from the undercarriage.
So there were a few things here that just didn't look right.
Once the sun comes up, Hernandez combs the area for witnesses and inquires
any surveillance video taken that night.
One of the stores on the block has several cameras in the alley.
We looked at the video that this camera had captured.
and we could see taillights of vehicles entering the alley and traveling
southbound in the alley.
The camera doesn't capture the victim, but there's something suspicious about
one of the cars that enters the alley.
The brake lights came on, all lights went out.
The lights came on five minutes later, and the vehicle just drove off.
It appeared to be a Ford Taurus or a Mercury Stable station wagon.
He can't make out the license plate number. All he has is the possible make
model of the car and the dead man's IDs.
He follows the only lead he has, McDavid's last known address, 1843
Lane. We made a follow -up to that address.
We talked to the manager, and she said, yeah, he used to live here. He used to
live on the fourth floor.
Ken McDavid played classical piano and worked as a disc jockey in his hometown
of Sacramento.
He moves to L .A. to try his hand at writing screenplays.
He can't make it as a screenwriter and eventually becomes homeless.
The building manager at 1843 Cherokee Lane tells Detective Hernandez what she
knows about McDavid.
An older woman named Helen Golay takes him off the streets and pays his bills
for many months.
She appeared to be a well -to -do type person.
Why would this lady allow this supposedly homeless man to stay in her
for so many months?
Before Hernandez can track Golay down, he finds out that she's gone to the
morgue, claiming to be McDavid's fiancée. She identifies the body and
that he be cremated. Then things get stranger.
Another woman, Olga Ruderschmidt, who claims to be McDavid's cousin, shows up
the police station asking for a copy of the police report.
Usually when a family member comes to the station, they're hurting because
loved one died.
So they want us to explain to them the report.
Many cases, you know, they cry and so on and so forth, and they have questions.
Not in this case.
They basically come in, get the copy, and out the door.
Rudderschmidt's cold, businesslike demeanor leaves a profound impression.
And then, more red flags.
Toxicology comes back.
Ken McDavid's body has large amounts of two prescription medications, including
a sleep aid, Ambien.
Why would you be taking a sleeping pill if you're going to go out and ride your
bike?
Hernandez begins to wonder if Ken McDavid's death was no accident, if
set him up.
But if it's murder, what's the motive?
It was just frustrating. I just didn't have enough to be able to solve this
case.
Time passes with no new leads.
Two months after Ken McDavid's death, a life insurance claim comes in to money,
Mutual of New York.
Ed Webster is an investigator assigned to the case.
The claim is for $1 million.
The beneficiaries were Olga Ruderschmidt and Helen Golay. The contract was
written. in the context that Kenneth McDavid was a businessman.
These two women were his business partners in a company called HKO
which, you know, is an acronym for Helen, Kenneth, and Olga.
They claimed that he made about $60 ,000 in annual income and that if he passed,
their business would be adversely affected.
Ed Webster soon discovers that Helen and Olga told police that they were
McDavid's fiancé and cousin.
not business partners.
Something doesn't feel right.
Webster flies to L .A. to try to get some answers.
There had been a medical examiner's report, and when I looked at that, it
the first time I saw Kenneth McDavid represented as a homeless man, which
in the face of all the documents that we had underwriting.
And there is more.
The address that was listed as his home address.
was actually Helen's address in Santa Monica.
The address that was listed on the application as his business address was
Olga's address in West Hollywood.
So those were clearly misrepresented.
It looks like Helen and Olga are definitely in business together. The
is, what kind of business?
They take in a homeless man, apply for a million -dollar life insurance policy
on him, lie about their relationships to him, and now he's dead.
Webster tries to schedule a meeting with Helen Golay and Olga Ruderschmidt to
ask them about Ken McDavid.
To his surprise, all he gets is doors slammed in his face.
Neither of these two women would speak with me.
Ever.
They would never call me back.
They left cards in the mailbox.
I screamed from the sidewalk. I did everything.
And they just flat out refused to talk to me.
Their expectation was to collect the million dollars in life insurance
Answering my questions would certainly be one step towards fulfilling that
and they just wouldn't do it.
The two women's reaction makes Webster even more suspicious.
He decides it's time to talk to the LAPD.
When he and Detective Hernandez put the evidence they found together, they're
confident there's more to Ken McDavid's death.
Why would this lady be taking life insurance policies on a guy that
be homeless?
Hernandez shows Webster the grainy surveillance video taken of the alley.
As they start to piece the puzzle together, the two women who come across
nice old grannies are beginning to look like cold -blooded killers.
They paid a lot of money in premiums for a million dollars worth of life
insurance. And they paid a lot of money for rent and housing. So if you take all
of that in mind, the only way that they could capitalize on their investment is
if he died.
Next on American Green, a coincidence that's too close for comfort for police
reveals another victim of the killer granny.
In Los Angeles, Detective Nelson Hernandez investigates a hit and run in
Westwood alley. The victim, Ken McDavid, was once a homeless man.
until two older women take him in and put him up in an apartment.
But a puzzle is unraveling, and now what once appeared to be two grannies
lending a helping hand is starting to look suspicious.
The two women file for benefits on two insurance policies they take out on
McDavid. The total?
One million dollars.
Detective Fernandez talks about the case with a colleague, Detective Willman,
when they make a startling discovery.
That's Lee.
It just didn't make any sense.
I got this guy in the alley, and now I got this insurance guy telling me that
these two old ladies in their 70s have insurance policies on this guy totaling
million dollars.
He had mentioned that the guy was in an alley, got hit by a car, and had life
insurance policies.
I'm thinking in my mind, hey, I had this before, too.
I walked back to where we keep our unsolved fatals in our cold cases.
Well, back in November of 99, this is who I was dealing with.
Detective Willman's victim is Paul Vados.
In 1999, Vados, a homeless man, is found dead in an alley, an apparent victim of
a hit -and -run.
Two older ladies claim to be next of kin.
And he said, did you get the names of those two ladies?
And I said, yeah, one of them is Olga, the other one is Helen.
They're the same names that I got for my two old ladies.
Do you have a phone number for them? He says, wait a minute, that's the same
phone number that I got for my two old ladies.
When Detective Willman talks to Helen Golay, she claims to be Varus' fiancée.
She had zero emotion on the phone about what happened, and most people do.
Later, Olga Ruderschmidt follows up with a phone call claiming to be Paul Varos'
cousin. She came in a couple weeks later for a copy of the police report.
She had no emotion. She had no interest in the investigation. She just wanted to
get the police report and leave.
The parallels between Paul Varos' case in 1999 and Ken McDavid's in 2005 are a
little too close for comfort.
Two homeless men with sizable life insurance policies literally run over
crushed to death in two different alleys.
Made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Gave me the kind of chilling
feeling. And that's when we looked at each other and it was, bingo, we got
than a traffic accident here. These two old ladies are killing the homeless.
The irony of the situation doesn't escape them.
Two detectives who sit across from each other just happened to hit on two
identical cases?
It was a miracle, basically.
The odds of us sharing the same information, the odds are just one in a
billion.
Insurance investigator Ed Webster hears about the new development in the case
and begins pounding the pavement.
If what he and the police suspect is right was a method to how Helen and
find and choose their victims.
He has a theory that the two women are searching out victims on skid row and in
treatment centers.
The perfect vehicle for these women to capture these fellows would be in rehabs
or AA meetings where people are open.
They can identify people who don't have family. They can identify homeless
people. You know, they can identify people that would not be missed.
His hunch pays off.
I was able to find the Presbyterian Church in North Hollywood where they
actually were capturing these guys.
Vados was there, McDavid was there, and there were predictable gatherings of
homeless people there. So that was like a home run for me.
Ken McDavid and Paul Vados were regulars at Hollywood Presbyterian Church's
homeless shelter.
Two of the seemingly good souls who come to help out are Helen Golay and Olga
Ruderschmidt.
Pastor Charles Sujeda remembers them.
My first impression of Helen and Olga was good.
They were nicely dressed.
Now, they didn't actually talk about volunteering there or serving there at
but they did express an interest and wanted to know what we were doing.
If they're coming for the first time, we always explain to them a little bit
about history and how people can actually volunteer in the program.
They do reach out to a few of the homeless men.
They seem interested in their plight.
But they're not.
They prey on their desperation and isolation.
They tell them each the same story. They can help.
They offer what's irresistible to a homeless person, food and shelter.
What the homeless men don't know is that the women have a plan, and it's time to
perfection.
They immediately take out insurance policies on the men, saying they are
business partners or relatives.
Then they wait.
It takes two years before they can collect on the insurance policies.
They guard their prey like investments for that two -year period.
By housing them for two years, they would know who they communicated with
who they didn't communicate with, and that there was nobody.
They would become totally dependent on these two women, and they would know
conversation and phone calls, whatever, that they had nobody else.
So they would feel comfortable in having them disappear.
Once the two years are up and the women can collect, the men are history.
And they start looking for their next victim.
In downtown L .A., Jimmy Covington is down on his luck, living on the streets.
Mostly the hardest part of being out there is just trying to get back up out
the street because you need a little help. I mean, I can work a little bit,
I just couldn't get the housing that I needed, and I couldn't get the medical
attention at first, and I had to really struggle to get those things.
Olga watches Jimmy.
He sleeps behind a church, and the security guard has just kicked him out.
One day, while Covington is walking in downtown L .A., Olga approaches him.
Olga approached me, she came right up to me and asked me, are you homeless?
I kind of said, well, why were you asking? She said, real anxious.
Well, I'm an advocate for homeless, and I've helped other homeless guys, and I
can get you benefits, and I can get you $2 ,000 a month, plus I can pay you $15
a day, and I also have a little place for you to stay right now if you want to
come up and fill out some paperwork for me.
I said, okay, I'll try it out. Where's this place at? She said, right behind
up there.
I went, whoa, okay.
I'll go up and see what this woman's all about.
Olga takes Jimmy to an office building across the street near the intersection
of El Centro and Hollywood Boulevard.
She takes him upstairs to a small office space that's sparsely furnished.
She came back the next day and she had some more paperwork.
And then she started wanting my mother's name and her Social Security number and
her maiden name and my dad's stuff and all their medical background and
I said, I don't have that information for you right now. I can't get it.
She started banging on the desk, and her fist was sticking out, and her eyes
were sticking out.
I'm just thinking that she's not right. I don't know what her situation was.
Jimmy lives at the office building on El Centro for four days, but he reaches
the breaking point when he hears Helen and Olga fighting outside his door.
And I said, here, here's your key back. I shut the door, and I left.
A smart move.
as Jimmy will later realize.
Helen and Olga apply for an $800 ,000 life insurance policy on his head.
Unlike Vados and McDavid, Jimmy Covington lives to tell about it.
Back at the LAPD, detectives Hernandez and Willman confront the shocking truth
about Helen and Olga.
It seemed to me unimaginable to think that two old ladies in their 70s could
be conspiring to kill.
homeless people.
The case is getting big, and LAPD's homicide squad is called in.
Next on American Greed, with an undercover camera rolling, Helen and
finally talk.
What they say could land them in prison.
And later, do the pair have another potential victim in their sight?
In Los Angeles...
Two men, Ken McDavid and Paul Vados, are found dead in two different alleys six
years apart.
LAPD detectives believe both men were killed by Helen Golay and Olga
Rudderschmidt. But Helen and Olga are unlikely suspects, both in their 70s
no criminal records.
Most of the population we deal with, we plug their name into these computers.
The computers start smoking and spit out 30 pages of information.
With Helen and Olga, there's nothing.
We don't know if they're related. We don't know what their connection is. We
don't know what their connection is to the victim, if any.
The women are put on round -the -clock surveillance.
24 police officers watch their every move.
Detective Sanchez and I are kind of floundering around trying to figure out,
well, what are we going to get in the daily lives of Helen and Olga? What are
going to learn?
We started reaping the rewards of the surveillance almost immediately.
And we started learning who they would go see during the day, where they went,
where they banked.
They're the perfect odd couple.
Helen Golay drives a Mercedes and lives just a few blocks from the ocean in
upscale Santa Monica.
She's a creature of habit. She lunches at Izzy's Deli several times a week and
gets a reputation as a bad tipper.
Olga, an immigrant from Hungary, is athletic.
She takes long walks and climbs steep trails through the Hollywood Hills.
To our amazement, they were never, ever seen together.
And it's not like Olga comes over for pot roast on Thursday nights or
It's just nothing.
With surveillance on the suspect underway, detectives meet with the
family. Ken McDavid's family is surprised to hear he had a fiancée.
He never mentioned these ladies or never mentioned a fiancé.
Their names never came up.
Meanwhile, Ed Webster, the insurance investigator for Mutual of New York, is
compiling a mountain of evidence.
I was able to call other companies just to determine if they had coverage, and I
found that there was a lot more coverage on McDavid and there was a lot of
coverage on Vados, all of which was in favor of Helen and Olga.
There wasn't a single contract out there that had anyone else as a beneficiary.
In fact, there are 20 insurance policies with a face value of more than $5
million.
Armed with what he thinks is a good cause to pull the plug on his company's
insurance, Webster returns to the women's homes to get some answers, this
with LAPD homicide detective Rosemary Sanchez by his side.
But they can't get in.
Helen's house is surrounded by an eight -foot wooden gate, and she won't answer
the door.
At Holder's residence, they meet resistance of a different kind.
Ed's knocking on the door.
Who is it?
He identifies himself, Ed Webster from Mutual of New York.
Immediately, she's busy now. She can't come to the door. She's taking a bath.
So we said we'd wait for her.
No, no, no, no.
I don't want to talk to you. Well, we'll come back later. No, no, I have nothing
to say. She did not want to talk to Ed Webster at all.
But now Webster has another card to play.
He calls Helen Golay and sets up a meeting at her favorite deli, supposedly
deliver her insurance check.
We were just reaching for anything that was going to help us build our murder
case. In our minds, now we're thinking, okay, they're murderers, and we've got
to get them off the street here.
Detective Sanchez is with him. This time, she's wired for audio, and she has
small camera that looks like a button on her shirt.
Is there a signature on here?
That's where you signed it?
When we met Helen initially, the first thing out of her mouth was, I'm not
answering any, I'm here for my checks, don't ask me no questions.
But instead of the $1 million check, he hands Helen a refund for her premium
payments. He says the insurance company is canceling the policy.
She's outraged.
I gave her the letter and the check, and she read it, and she threw the whole
thing at us, and just started ranting that it was unacceptable, she was going
call her lawyer.
And then
she went outside, and we
waited, but she clearly was not coming back.
I'm thinking, oh, yeah, she is just an evil, greedy woman
that needs to go down.
They're involved. They killed him.
How they did it, we don't know yet.
So we're on it.
Now it's Olga's turn.
They arrange to meet her in a bank lobby, but she doesn't show.
Helen could have warned her.
They go to her apartment and knock on the door.
This time, Detective Sanchez gets it all on tape with her undercover camera.
We're locking on the door.
He's pissed off.
Talk to my lawyer.
If we don't get away from the door, he's going to throw hot water on us.
I said, go ahead.
Then I told her that, you know, her deal might be different than Helen's.
And so she always will open the door and take the letter.
It's a refund for the premiums that you pay.
Read it. Read the policy there. The letter. I don't see it.
Thank you.
Wait, one more question.
Go ahead.
Quit slamming. You're going to break the door.
Neither one of them would engage for a second.
Not for a second.
Next on American Greed.
I have to call my lawyer.
As fraud evidence mounts, investigators make arrests.
But can they prove murder?
There you go.
Oh,
my, that's a lie.
This is an assumption.
In Los Angeles, Helen Golay and Olga Rudderschmidt are trapped.
Helen is angry.
If you're not going to pay me the full amount, this has been a total waste of
time.
Olga is even more blunt.
Read it. Read the policy there. The letter. I don't see it.
Their behavior bolsters detectives' darkest suspicions that the two women
Paul Barros and Ken McDavid.
for insurance money.
You just see her and you're like, yeah, she's so evil, yeah, she would do it.
I think everybody involved in this case knew that these women were as hard as it
could be.
They were killing these guys.
So they knew they weren't normal grannies.
The circumstantial evidence is compelling, but investigators have no
gun. They plan to buy some time by first building a mail fraud case.
The charges fall into play.
When you make your monthly premium payment and you put a fraudulent
in an envelope, put a stamp on it, and you put it in the United States mailbox,
well, each time you do that, that's one count of mail fraud.
Continuing investigation finds that Helen and Olga apply for 26 fraudulent
insurance policies with multiple companies.
The face value totals close to $7 million.
But the applications are filled with lies.
They lie about addresses, income levels, and most importantly, their
relationships to the men.
They claim to be fiancé and cousin to both dead men on some claims, business
partners on others.
When in reality, Barros and McDavid are homeless strangers they take in off the
street.
Those were the kinds of things that made immediately apparent that there was
fraud.
To help make the case, the FBI gets involved.
Anytime we identified a bank account, credit cards, we would start subpoenaing
the records, and they were a wealth of information.
We found that Helen was actually wiring money from her account to Paul
Vodafone's account to pay premiums. So it would appear to the insurance company
that he was making the premium payment.
In terms of proving a fraud case, it made my life really easy. I mean, it was
just one pack of lies after another.
As investigators build a mail fraud case, the LAPD has Helen and Olga under
-hour surveillance.
They learn that Olga is meeting regularly with an elderly Hungarian man
Joseph Gabor.
Surveillance has taken pictures of Olga, Mr. Gabor.
She's leading him into banks, opening bank accounts, side streets on the back
her car, signing papers.
And she's obviously instructing him what to do and where to sign.
So right before our eyes, they're working up another victim.
We're as far as we can go, and I can't have surveillance people on Helen and
Olga and watch them run over Mr. Gabor. We can't do that.
On May 18, 2006, 70 agents from the FBI, LAPD, and other agencies
arrest Helen and Olga. I have to call my lawyer.
All at once.
The tentacles go out, and we're going to seize all the information that we can
get at one time.
I don't know what is this.
What is happening here?
It was a Cecil B. DeMille production. I mean, there was a ton of people.
On your knees. Come on.
There you go.
And it went off basically without a hitch.
Who's Galay? My name is Sam Arrows. I'm with the FBI. You're under arrest for
mail fraud.
Mail fraud? Yes.
But what reason?
For fraud. There's no proof?
No. It's actually for mail fraud.
I haven't done any mail fraud. What are you talking about? Insurance.
When Helen was arrested, all she kept saying was, who would do this to me?
Who would do this to me?
Who would do this to me and why?
What are you talking about, Helen?
Yeah, you did it to yourself.
Perhaps because of experience, Olga is quick to throw Helen under the bus.
There was no insurance fraud. Helen Goley made insurance.
Olga is pretty predictable. She's ranting and raving, and she's quite the
talker. We know this by now, that she just never... She's not crazy, but she's
very caustic with anybody she comes across on the street.
Oh, my, that's a lie.
This is an assumption.
Anytime...
Helen, on the other hand, comes out, and she's a little missed innocent. Oh,
what's going on? You've got the wrong house. It can't be me. I haven't done
anything. I can't believe this. I have no mail fraud whatsoever.
But inside, Helen's home is filled with evidence against her. When we searched
Helen's residence, there was a book in the living room, and the book was The
Sociopath Next Door.
With a subtitle or something like that, one in 25 Americans has no conscience
whatsoever. And we're thinking, gee, that's a strange book for Helen to be
reading. The book is only the tip of the iceberg.
We found a whole bunch of original checks that she had written to pay for
premiums for the insurance companies, for the rent on Ken McDavid's apartment.
I saw a check Olga had written to a rubber stamp company.
We called the owner and met with him. When we went over there, we showed him a
picture of Olga.
And he said, oh, this is a black widow.
And we said, what?
What are you talking about?
I thought maybe he knew something we didn't know.
The stamps are precise copies of her victim's signatures.
But she bought a number of signature stamps, not only in Ken McDavid's name,
also Paul Vados' name, her own husband's name, even Helen Golay's name.
She would tell the stamp guys, yeah, I'm helping out the homeless, or I'm trying
to help these people who can't get in here and pay their bills.
Supposedly, she was doing her good deed for society.
The money trail highlights the viciousness of the crime.
Helen and Olga planned to keep the men alive just long enough to avoid
and then lead them to slaughter.
We found scratch paper in Olga's apartment where she was literally
how much premium, They were going to have to pay over a two -year period.
That's pretty good circumstantial evidence, I think.
They just fed them and housed them like animals, just for the sole purpose of
killing them.
While the LAPD and the FBI are searching their homes, detectives Kilcoyne and
Sanchez take Helen and Olga in for questioning.
We put them together and interview them.
Like a couple of convicts, they immediately start shushing each other,
can't keep her mouth shut. She's just running at the mouth.
The interrogation is being taped. What the two women don't realize is that when
detectives leave the room, the video is still running.
Why did you make all these extra insurances? Too many you had. There's a
You can't do that many.
You were greedy.
That's the problem.
I mean, this is a goldmine for us. I mean, right before our eyes, they're
rowboats sinking fast.
We had no problem in the relationship.
You pay me and be nice and do me excellent things. I was doing everything
you. They're hanging themselves.
And Helen knows she's cognizant of what's going on. She keeps trying to
Olga up, but it's not working.
You are wasting your time and energy with this.
And secondly, no, we're going to go to jail.
They're going to lock you in.
And they come just short of saying that, you know, that they personally did it.
Yes.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Next on American Greed, the police have the murder weapon, which leaves one
question.
Who's behind the wheel? The shocking answer when American Greed returns.
In May of 2006, Helen Golay and Olga Rudderschmidt are in federal lockup,
looking at eight counts of mail fraud.
But LAPD detectives suspect them of much more.
Murder.
They believe Helen and Olga have killed two homeless men.
Ken McDavid and Paul Vados, to collect $2 .8 million in life insurance payouts.
The problem is investigators have trouble believing that Helen, who's 75,
Olga, 73, killed the two men by themselves.
We knew that they had committed murder. We just didn't have direct evidence
linking them to it. We can't just seem to wrap our brains around the fact that
these little old gals are that vicious that they are actually behind the wheel
of the car.
You know, we're holding out for more and more information all the time, as are
the prosecutors.
They're just saying, you know what, you're not there yet, you're almost
but who's behind the wheel?
During a search of Helen's apartment, FBI Special Agent Sam Mayrose finds an
answer to that question in Helen's daily planner.
I come across this one page, and there's a post -it on it, and it's got a
partial tag, a partial VIN.
I was like, holy smoke.
Eureka, we found gold, because we knew that had to be the car.
So I gave that to Dennis. He called back to his office, and within minutes, they
had the complete VIN number, the license plate number, knew who the current
registered owner was, and from there, it was just Katie barred the door.
It's a 1999 silver Mercury Sable station wagon, just like we have in the video.
And we go out, and they locate it.
Now the pieces are beginning to fit together to form the perfect scenario of
murder for money.
The night of the murder, shortly after the time stamp on the surveillance video
shows the mercury sable pulling out of the alley, Helen Golay makes a call to
auto repair shop from her cell phone.
She's hit something and broken the fuel line.
She actually called for road service on the night of McDavid's murder, one block
away from McDavid's murder off Westwood Boulevard.
to have a 1999 Mercury Sable station wagon, the car we've got in our lab
now, towed back to her residence.
The phone call puts Helen at the scene of the crime.
She abandons the car in the alley behind her home. It's later impounded by the
city. But the underside of the car hasn't been touched since that night.
perfect specimen for forensic testing.
The Ohio Patrol people put it up on a lift, and they start going through the
undercarriage of the car.
On the right side of the undercarriage is what they call wiping, and the road
grease is absent.
Well, that shows that they ran over something that wiped the bottom of the
clean.
Kilcoyne believes that something was the body of Ken McDavid. When McDavid was
found in the alley, his clothes were covered with car grease.
There are dark spots on the underside of the vehicle that police think could be
Ken McDavid's blood.
They send samples to the lab.
for DNA testing.
The answer could conclusively identify Golay's car as the murder weapon.
Helen and Olga are sitting in federal prison arrested for mail fraud to buy
police time to build a murder case against them.
The mail fraud is easy to prove.
Each one of the life insurance policies the two women take out on the dead men
is a pack of lies.
In some, Helen and Olga claim to be business partners.
In others, fiancées and relatives.
But Helen and Olga aren't worried. In a telephone conversation, Helen tells her
daughter she's confident police can't build a case against them.
She's wrong.
Two weeks later, the DNA results come back.
The spots on the underside of the car are Ken McDavid's blood.
So then we all realize these are evil, evil women. And they are, in fact, the
ones behind the wheel of the car.
It's our belief that they probably met him, took him to dinner.
And the combination of this prescription medication, which we found in powder
form mixed together in a prescription vial in her medicine chest, they're
sprinkling that in his drink that night.
And we can see from the videotape, the car goes down the alley, passes under
one camera, the brake light comes on, the lights go out.
Now, for four to five minutes, the lights are out, which is our belief that
that's the time that they're...
pushing mcdavid out of the car the backup lights come on the car comes back
about 50 feet stops and then the car moves forward so they've laid them out
back up to get a running start and then they go forward and they just bulldoze
over this man crushing him to death and it's at this point we believe that the
fuel line is pulled from the undercarriage of the car
And then because of the 15 % grade on that alley, the car rolls down to the
block, and that's where Helen calls for AAA to come get her. The evidence
against Helen and Olga is overwhelming.
They're charged with two counts of murder and conspiracy to commit murder
financial gain.
Their relatively cushy lives abruptly change.
They trade in their upscale lifestyles for county jail.
You could tell that they were terrified.
that this was not part of their world.
You know, this was something that you read about maybe in a magazine or the L
.A. Times and you turn the page because it disgusts you. But this is real life
in the city, and they were part of it now.
On March 18, 2008, the case goes to trial.
Deputy District Attorney Bobby Grace is one of the lead prosecutors.
People say, wow, you know, these people were upwards of 70, 80, going on 80
years old, and they were involved in this complex scheme to murder two
individuals for financial gain.
Even in Los Angeles, that's unheard of.
Definitely have never prosecuted anybody as old as they are for murder.
Grace has to prove that these two women are not what they appear to be.
I think there's a lot of people out there that would commit crimes to
to enrich themselves. But how many of them are willing to go through such
elaborate means to get millions of dollars? It's just mind -boggling.
The prosecution has a mountain of evidence.
But the coup de grace is a tape of what transpires between the two women after
they were arrested.
Their interrogation is taped. And when detectives leave the room, the little
ladies speak their mind.
Admit it was your fault.
Because what you did, of course I got angry.
You were greedy.
That's the problem.
We have to cooperate now.
We have to attack money together.
That was just really the nail in the coffin, so to speak. Once the jury got
opportunity to really hear from Helen Golay and Olga Richmond out of their own
mouth. then they realized that these women were truly, truly greedy and truly
evil, that they were willing to do anything to gain and to profit.
After a six -week trial, Helen Golay and Olga Ruderschmidt are found guilty and
sentenced to life in prison without parole.
Among those satisfied with the sentence is Jimmy Covington, the victim who got
away.
I went around with the papers, showing everybody, look, this is what they got
him, they got him, they were going to kill me, they got him. I went through
trip for a while. I was really ecstatic about it.
Olga and Helen are sent to different prisons.
Both women appeal their cases.
But in August 2009, their convictions are upheld and the appeals are denied.
They will remain in prison the rest of their lives.
That's probably the best punishment for two greedy people.
like Helen and Olga, that they ought to sit out the rest of their naturalized
thinking about. Why did I let greed drive me to have to spend the rest of my
life in prison?
You almost wonder if it was like a drug to them. I joke a lot that it's crack.
Maybe they got addicted to it. They just wanted money.
Detective Kilcoyne has an interesting theory about the pair. It all comes down
to greed.
If they had slowed down, not got so many policies on McDavid and the millions,
multiple millions of dollars, they'd still be out there.
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