What Happened To Mitrice Richardson?

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A recent college graduate, she was jailed briefly for trying to skip out on her dinner tab in Malibu, then freed in the middle of the night in a neighborhood far from home.

She had no car, no ride, no phone, and no money.

When she disappeared, it raised a flurry of questions about how the sheriff’s department handled her case.

The discovery of her body a year later only raised more.

The rangers found the corpse shortly past twelve o’clock on a warm day in August 2010. They were deep in Dark Canyon, on the 818 side of the Santa Monica Mountains, inspecting a marijuana farm that had allegedly been run by a Mexican cartel.

They were familiar with the farm. Just over a year earlier, the L.A. County Sheriff’s Department had flown over Dark Canyon and spotted the “grow,” along with a pair ofothers in the Malibu region—swaths of ganja that had been planted in spring and left to mature until the late summer harvest. After the flyover, the farms were raided. As expected, the growers were absent, and a thousand plants were uprooted in Dark Canyon alone.

Dark Canyon is a sensible place for a pot farm. Located near Calabasas, it’s less than eight miles from the 101 freeway, yet it’s rugged and seldom traveled. Hemmed in by private and federal land, it begins at the top of Piuma Road and descends from south to north, with a boulder-strewn creek—Dark Creek—running the length of the lush canyon bottom. Besides a blip of the Santa Monica Mountains Backbone Trail that crosses the lower part of the drainage, there are no official footpaths. In the wet season poison oak is unavoidable. Year-round the narrow canyon floor is rife with live oaks and scratchy laurel sumacs. You don’t stroll along Dark Creek, you negotiate it—hopping, climbing, concentrating.

On this summer day the rangers were making sure the pot operation had remained defunct. Some equipment was lying around—hundreds of feet of garden hoses that once siphoned creek water into spigoted PVC lines—but the cannabis was gone. Satisfied that the growers hadn’t replanted, the rangers headed downstream. Negotiating a series of boulders, they detoured through a wide clearing about 60 feet upslope from the creek bed. Then they noticed the skull and, beneath the leaf debris and dirt, a semidecomposed, naked body.

The men radioed State Parks dispatch, which alerted the Malibu/Lost Hills Sheriff’s Station, the LASD substation that handles law enforcement in the area. It was now up to deputies to call the coroner and head to Dark Canyon and guard the remains. Soon everyone’s hunch would be confirmed: This was the body of Mitrice Richardson, the 24-year-old who’d disappeared a year prior after being released from the Lost Hills station in the middle of the night with nothing but the clothes on her back. Finally, it seemed, the case of the missing woman could be closed.

Undeterred: Latice Sutton in dark canyon, near the Monte Nido neighborhood where her daughter was last seen

There she was— young, beautiful, zipping along PCH in her throaty ’98 Civic, watching the sun sink on a Wednesday evening in September 2009. That’s when Mitrice (pronounced my-TREECE) saw the sign, surrounded by palm trees, its blue cursive letters aglow: Geoffrey’s. Just below Point Dume in Malibu, the restaurant is regarded for its four-star views of the Pacific. Mitrice didn’t know Geoffrey’s, and she didn’t know Malibu. She knew Covina and the suburbs east of L.A., where she grew up with her mother and stepfather. She knew Fullerton, where she graduated with honors from Cal State Fullerton with a degree in psychology the year before, in 2008. She knew Long Beach, where she worked Friday nights as a go-go dancer. She knew South L.A., where her father lived and where she resided with her great-grandmother at 118th and Central. Malibu was not Mitrice’s turf.

In the parking lot Mitrice cut the engine and waited for the valet, but by the time he was ready to park her car, he found her seated in his vehicle, which was nearby with the door open. Hazel eyed, with curly locks sticking out of her Rastafarian-style hat, she wore a long-sleeved white T-shirt under a black Bob Marley tee, Vans, and fashionably distressed jeans with a pink alligator-pattern belt. The valet asked Mitrice why she was there. “It’s subliminal,” she said and muttered about avenging the death of Michael Jackson. Mitrice gave the valet her keys and, before making her way into the restaurant, asked, “Vanessa* here?”—as if he knew the person she was asking about. She said to keep an eye out for a girl with tattooed arms.

Mitrice appeared harmless, but to play it safe the valet warned the hostess she seemed pretty weird. Sitting at her table, Mitrice ordered an Ocean Breeze cocktail and a Kobe steak. She wasn’t alone for long. Drawn to the chatter coming from a table of seven, Mitrice seated herself there and tried to join the conversation, yammering unintelligibly about astrological signs. A staffer checked in with the patrons. Everything was fine, one indicated—bizarre but manageable. Though Mitrice went back to her table to eat, she returned later to jabber more. She was going to Hawaii, she announced, and would contact them when she arrived.

After the seven diners had departed, Mitrice walked toward the entrance, where the manager intercepted her and asked how she planned to pay her $89 tab. The other table should have covered her, she explained, but the manager informed her that this was not the case. “I am busted,” she said. “What are we going to do?” As the manager spoke to her, Mitrice gazed at the numerical patterns on a restaurant computer screen, as if in a trance. She told him she was from Mars and remarked about settling her debt with sex. Emptying her pockets to prove she had no money, Mitrice unearthed a joint, at which point a staffer contacted the Lost Hills Sheriff’s Station. “We have a guest here who is refusing to pay her bill,” she told the dispatcher. “She sounds really crazy…. She may be on drugs or something.”

While the sheriff’s deputies were en route, Mitrice told the hostess that she’d been watching a soap opera at work when God instructed her to take the afternoon off. She had no parents, she said, just her great-grandmother, Mildred. The hostess called Mildred, who offered her credit card number, but the restaurant required a signature. Ninety years old, Mildred couldn’t help. She was still on the line, at about 9 p.m., when Lost Hills deputies Frank Brower, Armando Loureiro, and John McKay arrived and the manager described Mitrice’s strange behavior. One of them got on the phone with Mildred, then gave it over to Mitrice, who sounded unfazed by the trouble she’d gotten herself into. “You put that phone close to your ear,” Mildred said to her. “They’re gettin’ ready to take your black ass to jail.” After Mildred hung up, the old woman called her granddaughter Latice Sutton—the mother Mitrice had claimed she didn’t have.

McKay and Brower searched Mitrice’s cluttered car. Though they didn’t report finding her cell phone, money, or wallet stowed in the Civic, they did discover Mitrice’s driver’s license, along with marijuana scraps and partially finished bottles of booze. According to Brower, he was informed by the arresting deputy, Loureiro, that Mitrice was “possibly drunk, making odd statements.” For this reason Brower says he was instructed to administer a field sobriety test. Brower checked Mitrice’s eyes and pulse—she was sober. When he asked Mitrice why she was at Geoffrey’s, she told him she’d been drawn by the lights. Was she on medication? No. Had she ever been placed on 72-hour hold for psychological evaluation? No.

Employees at Geoffrey’s considered paying Mitrice’s bill so she could walk with only a misdemeanor ticket for pot possession. But they concluded she wasn’t safe on her own—not operating a car, not after acting so strangely. The manager elected to press charges. He’s too shaken to say much about Mitrice these days. Too much guilt. Too many death threats and blogosphere comments like “Geoffrey’s kills black women.” But he told local reporter Julie Ellerton that handing Mitrice to sheriff’s deputies “was almost like a blessing to my heart at that point. Like, OK, good, this is all going the way that it should.”

Mitrice’s Civic was impounded. She was sitting in the back of a squad car when her mother, Latice, called the Lost Hills station. Located 25 minutes from Geoffrey’s in a patch of suburbia near Agoura Hills, it’s the same facility where Mel Gibson was taken in 2006 after his drunk driving arrest and later given a ride to his car by deputies. Latice reasoned that if Mitrice was going to be locked up all night, she may as well let her other daughter, ten-year-old Miiah, sleep rather than schlep her to the station to wait till sunrise. And besides, she thought, a night in jail might be a dose of tough love, a chance for Mitrice to think about her life. The deputy on the phone assured Latice that Mitrice would be safe at the station. “I think the only way I will come and get her tonight is if you guys are going to release her tonight,” Latice said. “She definitely…she’s not from that area, and I would hate to wake up to a morning report, ‘Girl lost somewhere with her head chopped off.’ ”

Lost and found: the January 2010 search for Mitrice; sheriff Lee Baca on August 12, 2010, announcing the identification of her remains

If a law enforcement officer determines that an arrestee is mentally unstable, he’s allowed to detain the person as a possible 5150, the official code for an individual who poses a danger to oneself or others. In such a scenario the officer will either put the arrestee on a “watch commander hold” for greater scrutiny or, if necessary, send him or her to a facility for 72-hour psychological evaluation. Both instances call for extra time and paperwork, or even a trip to a hospital. The arresting deputy, Loureiro, didn’t mention any unusual behavior or “odd statements” in the arrest report. Mitrice was simply charged with defrauding an innkeeper and possession of marijuana. Since her record was clean, keeping her locked up could have been a violation of policy.

Mitrice didn’t call her mom from jail; the only number she had memorized was her great-grandmother Mildred’s. Logbooks show that she called, or tried to call, Mildred four times following her arrest. The LASD has said that she was overheard having a conversation, but Mildred insists her phone never rang. Because the pay phone—which records outgoing calls—was broken, the calls were made from a nonrecording line. For all anyone knows, Mitrice was blathering to a dial tone. Figuring Mitrice would sleep through the night, Latice waited until 5:35 the next morning to phone the station. She reached the jailer, Sheron Cummings, who informed her that Mitrice was no longer there.

Cummings knew Mitrice’s car was in the impound yard and that nobody was coming to pick her up. She also knew that Mitrice had no personal items besides her license and two keys that were in her pocket. Cummings has maintained that Mitrice declined an offer to stay in the lobby and said she was going to meet friends. The jailer released Mitrice at 12:15 a.m. on a Thursday—40 miles from home with no cell phone, no money, and no transportation. The closest open businesses are a mile away, out of view from the station, with nothing in between except empty sidewalks and commercial buildings that shut down at night.

A moment after talking to the jailer, Latice called the station again and spoke with Deputy Kenneth Bomgardner. “How long before a missing persons report can be filed?” she can be heard asking on the recording. “Is it 24 or 48 hours?”

“Well, it depends on the circumstances,” Bomgardner replied. “Normally I wouldn’t recommend doing one that soon.” Bomgardner didn’t know about Mitrice’s arrest or release, so Latice filled him in. Againshe inquired about the time frame for filing a missing persons report. “You know, I guess probably 24 hours would be reasonable,” Bomgardner told her. “I mean, if there would be some mitigating factors, you know, where you would suspect maybe something [is] not quite right…”

Latice began crying. “Well, yeah, she doesn’t know the area. She’s never been in your area before.”

“I would probably wait till, you know, early this morning, and if she doesn’t turn up, you can certainly call,” Bomgardner advised. Sobbing, Latice told him that she believed her daughter to be “highly depressed” and “in a depressive state.” Bomgardner tried to soothe Latice and suggested, “Why don’t you wait a couple hours and give us some time” to make sure Mitrice wasn’t asleep in the lobby. “Then why don’t you give us a call back in a couple hours, and if she hasn’t shown up or made contact with you, then maybe we can do something for you.”

An hour later, at 6:30 a.m., Lost Hills received a call from Bill Smith, a retired KTLA reporter who lives in Monte Nido, the bucolic community of horse properties and private hiking trails that lies about six miles west of the station, at the bottom of Dark Canyon. “We had a prowler walking around through the backyard here, but we don’t know what the situation was,” Smith told the dispatcher. He described the trespasser as a “slim black woman” with “Afro hair.”

Smith recounted how he’d opened his window and asked the woman if she was OK. “She said, ‘I’m just resting,’ ” he explained. When Smith went to another window to get a clearer glimpse of her, the woman was gone. Lost Hills sent a cruiser to the house, but they weren’t able to find anyone. Deputies didn’t issue a “Be on the Lookout” alert for another six-and-a-half hours, by which time it was too late. Mitrice had vanished.

There’s an old video snippet that Latice loves to watch. Mitrice Lavon Richardson is called onstage at her kindergarten graduation to accept her certificate, but when she turns to face the auditorium, she launches into a “Running Man” dance that slays the crowd. Mitrice was a clown, a ham, a princess, a brat, and most of all, a dancer. She wiggled in her crib to Prince’s “Kiss” before she could walk. No one could ignore this child. Mitrice did the standing splits for no reason. She gave big, exaggerated air kisses: “Muah!

“We’d be waiting for our parents to pick us up, and Mitrice would break into some silly dance or make up a rap about whatever you were talking about,” says Jalonda Davis, who went to middle and high school with her. “She was uninhibited and funny. But at the same time her parents’ background really drove her ambition.”

Latice Harris and Michael Richardson met in their junior year at Locke High, in 1983, back when that part of South L.A. was still known as Watts. Michael played clarinet; Latice was on the drill team, a dedicated student trying to shake the weight of her tough childhood. She was a social butterfly with seven siblings, most of them scattered throughout the foster care system. Her father wasn’t around and her mom was a drinker, so Latice grew up with her grandparents, Eddie and Mildred. On Mother’s Day of 1980, when Latice was 12, she watched Eddie shoot her grandmother three times (once in the finger, twice in the torso) before pointing the pistol at his chest and leaving the ghetto for good. She knew her future depended on solid report cards.

Homework was not Michael’s forte. But his Jheri curl? Now that was some honor roll shit. He wore a $900 red leather Michael Jackson jacket, the one with all the zippers, purchased at the Fox Hills Mall with money he made slinging nickel bags and punching the clock at Church’s Fried Chicken after school. He did “Billie Jean” and “Beat It” and “Thriller,” loose limbed, kicking up his leg, flicking his arm with a sleeve pushed up. He called Latice “Tee-Cee.” She called him Romeo and had his nickname tattooed on her wrist.

Latice was straddling two worlds. During her senior year, she tried to keep her grades up as she carried Mitrice in her belly. After the couple graduated, Mildred cared for Mitrice so the young parents could work. Petty wages weren’t cutting it for Michael, though. Small-time hustles turned into a series of felonies, and by 1989 he was serving an eight-year sentence at Soledad State Prison. (He was transferred to a lower security facility and released after four years.) While Michael did his time, Latice met a new man, Jimmy,* and to Michael’s dismay, married him. In ’93, disheartened by the Rodney King riots, the newlyweds moved to the San Gabriel Valley, where Latice would eventually open a legal services business and Mitrice could have a fair shot at life.

By middle school she was cheerleading. Come high school, she was deep into dance classes and attending multiple proms. If she got into trouble goofing off in class, her mother made her wear a uniform to school—a romper with knee-high socks. “It was important to have rules,” says Latice, who passed along her high cheekbones and slender face to Mitrice. “I always taught her to do it right the first time so you don’t have to do it a second time, and that’ll free you up to do more of the things you want to do.” As a young adult, Mitrice loved to drive, hated to walk, and had no inclination toward the natural world. “She’d be over at my house on a beautiful Saturday,” her aunt, Lauren Sutton, tells me. “My son and the neighbor’s kid and I would be out gardening. But Mitrice wouldn’t have anything to do with it. It was dirty. There were bugs. She’d stay inside and do crosswords or watch television or dance or write in her journal. Mitrice was a princess.” For all of her high energy and extracurricular activities, Mitrice kept her grades up enough to get into Cal State Fullerton. She’d be the first person in her family to go to college.

Tribute: Michael Richardson with his Chevy Impala

The sheriff’s department waited two days after Mitrice’s release to conduct its first search. Rather than deploy scent dogs from the station to determine whether she’d gotten a ride or walked the six miles to Monte Nido, searchers started at the “location last seen”: Bill Smith’s house. Out front they found tracks from Mitrice’s sneakers. It appeared she’d been running, but they lost the pattern among shoe and hoof prints fewer than a hundred feet from Dark Creek. The officers didn’t hike into Dark Canyon.

Because Mitrice was an L.A. resident, the investigation became the responsibility of the LAPD’s Missing Persons Unit, although the sheriff’s department remained heavily involved. Three days into the search the case was reassigned again to the LAPD’s Robbery-Homicide Division because, officials explained, that office had better resources. It was not, they assured everyone, a homicide investigation. When the LAPD got ahold of journals from Mitrice’s Civic, they concluded that she’d been sleep deprived for several days and could have been suffering a bipolar episode the night of her arrest. Police also found her ATM card, checkbook, and cell phone in the car.

It didn’t take long for the press to pick up the story about the strange black woman who’d disappeared near sleepy, white Malibu after being in sheriff’s custody; her family and friends, as well as others who’d heard about the case, had descended on the area, handing out flyers and pleading for anyone who’d seen her to step forward. Michael and Latice, who’d been clashing off and on since their breakup some two decades before, looked past their distaste for one another, if only briefly. They wanted their daughter back, and they wanted answers. How could deputies let a woman loose in the middle of the night, in a remote area, with nothing but her driver’s license? Why didn’t they take her unusual behavior seriously? Why does Mel Gibson get a ride to his car, but not the black girl from Watts?

On September 20, 2009, three days after Mitrice’s disappearance, Lost Hills station’s Lieutenant Scott Chew sent an e-mail to his supervisor, Captain Thomas Martin, concerning the arrest and release of Mitrice. A well-placed source provided me the contents of the e-mail, in which Chew says the arresting deputy, Loureiro, booked Mitrice “because he wanted to make sure she was alright. She was a little ditsy at Geoffrey’s and [a deputy] checked her for intoxication. She wasn’t drunk, but [Loureiro] felt she was acting unusual and was uneasy about letting her go.” Chew noted, “In the end, [Loureiro] brought her because of his instincts. The fact that she disappeared validated his instinct.” Yet Chew concluded the e-mail by rationalizing the missteps that led to Mitrice’s disappearance: “At the station it became obvious she was well educated and intelligent,” he wrote, “…so there was nothing to justify” keeping her overnight.
(Update 3/15/12: I recently obtained a hard copy of the email, which can be read here.)

Though the e-mail—its subject line: “I spoke with Loureiro”—is in the case file, Chew has claimed that he doesn’t remember writing it or talking to Loureiro. Likewise, Loureiro has insisted that he doesn’t recall the conversation with Chew and that Mitrice was of sound mind at Geoffrey’s; he also denies that he asked Deputy Brower to perform a sobriety test because Mitrice was making “odd statements.” Five days after Chew sent the e-mail, Lost Hills issued an addendum to the sobriety test, which reiterated that Mitrice “appeared to be entirely aware of her surroundings and did not seem confused.” Three weeks later, in October, sheriff’s department spokesman Steve Whitmore declared to the public that Mitrice “exhibited no signs of mental incapacitation whatsoever.” By early November Sheriff Lee Baca wrote to his bosses at the L.A. County Board of Supervisors, concluding that “all applicable laws, policies, and procedures were followed.”

In the meantime, sheriff’s department and LAPD personnel chased false leads from Beverly Hills to Chino Hills. Hoping to gain some insight into Mitrice’s behavior at the station, the family tried to acquire the jail cell video from the night of the arrest; to their surprise, Captain Martin told them it didn’t exist. “There is no video or tape of any kind,” he was quoted as saying in the Malibu Surfside News. But on January 6, 2010, when Latice, Mitrice’s aunt Lauren, and two friends sat down with Martin and Sheriff Baca at LASD headquarters in Monterey Park, Martin confessed that there was indeed a video. It was in his desk drawer. By the end of the month, Martin—a 34-year LASD veteran who lived minutes from the station he’d led for six years—was promoted to commander and transferred to Monterey Park, more than an hour away. He was replaced by Captain Joseph Stephen, the first African American to run the Lost Hills facility.

Three months would pass before Mitrice’s family was allowed to view the footage at LASD headquarters. (The department attributed the delay to technical difficulties.) Latice says her daughter appeared agitated and distressed. However, the video had been edited, leaving the family to wonder what had been cut out. For instance, one moment Mitrice is holding a piece of paper, according to those permitted to see the tape; in the next the paper appears on the floor, crumpled. “Why won’t they show us how that piece of paper got that way?” asks Latice. “When they withhold information, it causes suspicion. Did they cut important footage?” Though the sheriff’s department may simply have condensed the video for an outside audience, it refuses to clarify why the footage was truncated and has not provided the unedited version.

The LASD declined to elaborate on another detail that has rattled Mitrice’s family even further: About two minutes after Mitrice is seen exiting the station, a deputy goes out an adjacent door. “It was shocking,” Latice tells me. “For the first time we learned that someone from LASD might have seen or even talked to Mitrice outside the station. We thought it was vital that someone look into it.” The department wouldn’t reveal the name of the deputy, and its lack of transparency has only fueled the family’s distrust. “Of course it makes me suspicious,” says Michael, a six-foot-one-inch-tall, 335-pound self-proclaimed hothead with a tattoo of Mitrice on his forearm. “The guy leaves the building right after my daughter, and they don’t tell us anything about him? He could have abducted her, offered her a ride to the impound lot, left her for dead and come back for her. Maybe he didn’t see her. The point is, Why have they been hiding him? It’s their job to get off their doughnut-eatin’ asses and find the truth.”

A confidential source provided me the name of the deputy in the video, who’d been transferred less than six months after Mitrice’s family viewed the footage. When I called the deputy, he told me, “Unfortunately for you, dude, I wasn’t there,” and hung up. On our next call he insisted that he couldn’t remember if he’d been at the station the night Mitrice was arrested, and then went on to imply that he had been on-site. “The night this nonsense happened,” he said, “I was one of the guys that kept away from this, minding my own business.”

When someone levels a serious complaint against the LASD, it’s often handled by the Office of Independent Review, a group of private contractor attorneys that reports to the county board of supervisors. Michael Gennaco was in his late forties when he was selected by the board in 2001 to head the new watchdog agency.Tall and soft-spoken, with short gray hair, Gennaco speaks with the specificity of the federal prosecutor he once was. Investigations of the LASD, he explained, are conducted by the LASD’s own Internal Affairs department. “Our bread-and-butter work,” he told me at the OIR’s offices in the City of Commerce, “is to ensure that the investigation that is done is a thorough investigation.” No Internal Affairs investigation of Mitrice’s arrest and release was ordered, however. Regardless of criticism of the sheriff’s department from the family, the public, and the press, “there really wasn’t a complaint or any allegation of violation of policy,” Gennaco told me. Instead of mandating a formal investigation, the OIR called for a “preliminary inquiry.”

On July 9, 2010, one month before rangers found Mitrice’s body, Gennaco’s office issued a confidential report to the board. The 58-page document was leaked right after Mitrice’s remains were discovered. In it the OIR declares that Mitrice’s “questionable behavior included going to a restaurant, ordering a meal, parking valet, and leaving without a means to pay” but does not acknowledge Deputy Loureiro’s alleged remark about Mitrice’s “odd statements.” Rather, the OIR determines that the Lost Hills deputies didn’t endanger Mitrice by releasing her and cites the sheriff’s manual, which states, “Misdemeanor prisoners shall be released in the field whenever it is reasonable and safe to do so.” The report excludes two California penal codes about filing missing persons reports, one of which states, “it is the duty of all law enforcement agencies to immediately assist any person who is attempting to make a report of a missing person,” and the other of which states, “…the local police or sheriff’s department shall immediately take the report and make an assessment of reasonable steps to be taken to locate the person.” The latter code, in fact, requires even more stringent measures when it comes to missing persons who have no history of disappearing, are mentally unstable, or both. The OIR document also claims that Deputy Bomgardner “explained the procedures for filing a missing person report” to Latice. Of course, according to the audio released by the department, he simply told her that if she called back in a couple of hours, “maybe we can do something for you.”

The omissions continue. The report doesn’t contain a word regarding Lieutenant Chew’s e-mail that says Deputy Loureiro felt Mitrice was acting unusual and that he was uneasy about letting her go. There’s nothing about how the jail cell video was in Captain Martin’s desk drawer for more than three months while he denied its existence. In response to suspicions voiced by Mitrice’s family about the footage, the OIR report concludes that the deputy seen leaving the building after Mitrice couldn’t have abducted her because he was on official business with his partner and because Mitrice was seen several hours later in Monte Nido, yet the passage accounts for only a few minutes of the whereabouts of the deputy and his partner on the day Mitrice disappeared.

Despite a proclamation on page six that asserts “OIR played a multifaceted role in the review of the department’s actions,” the claim is accompanied by a footnote: “OIR did not conduct any interviews of the deputies and station jailer who had actual contact with Ms. Richardson on September 16 and 17, 2009, or who were involved in her being taken into custody or released from custody.” In other words, sheriff’s personnel got to choose what they handed over to the watchdog agency.

After our first meeting, I called Gennaco and asked if he’d see me again to clarify parts of the report. “I can try and help,” he told me. “But some of it may be unclear—because it’s unclear!” He laughed. “Here’s one of the problems, of course. This was not written for the public. It was written for the board just as an update. It wasn’t intended to be particularly clear.” In our second meeting Gennaco couldn’t explain why so many details had been left out of the report that he’d approved and signed off on. He didn’t conduct the inquiry or write the document, he said. (The report’s author no longer works for the OIR; he didn’t respond to interview requests.) I mentioned the family’s concerns about the withheld video and the deputy in the footage. “Yeah, sure,” Gennaco said. Could the deputy and his partner, he continued, have “abducted Richardson on the road, taken her to a secluded area, dumped her, and then three days later taken her up to where she was eventually found? Anything’s possible. I mean, aliens coming down are possible! The mere fact that someone’s coming out the door shortly after somebody else means absolutely nothing to me! There’s no evidence that [they] didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no evidence that you didn’t!”

Gennaco is right. The deputy at the door could have been pure coincidence and might not have even seen Mitrice. But, says Latice, “I’m entitled—as is the public—to a more thorough explanation than the one they provided, especially after being told that there was no video. If you consider how many other details they left out, it looks like a whitewash that lets LASD off the hook.”

(Update: On 3/14/12, seven months after this article revealed the contents of Lt. Chew’s email, Sheriff Baca maintained that deputies had no reason to be concerned about Mitrice’s  unusual behavior, and that if written evidence of such concerns existed, “Certainly Mr. Gennaco’s report would have said so.”)

The year before Mitrice showed up at Geoffrey’s was a period of radical change for her. In 2008, she graduated from CSUF with plans to become a psychologist. She’d recently come out as a lesbian, too. Mitrice wore her sexuality like a favorite prom dress, entering beauty pageants, marching in the Long Beach Lesbian & Gay Pride Parade—out and proud. She started dating Tessa Moon, an avid boxer who was as tough as Mitrice was girly. While figuring out where to get her master’s degree, Mitrice lived with her great-grandmother and earned money doing clerical work for the Santa Fe Springs shipping company owned by Tessa’s father. In the spring of 2009, the couple decided to break up.

Mitrice had begun performing on Friday nights as a go-go dancer at Debra’s, a popular lesbian club in Long Beach. She called herself Hazel and even printed business cards. When her father learned about the gig, he warned Mitrice, “Once you start go-go dancing, you’re exposed to a whole other element.” She tried to build her modeling portfolio, hitting auditions here and there. “I went with her to one,” says her friend Andrea Adams. “We got to this building, and it was really shady. We didn’t go in, but I’m pretty sure she would have if I wasn’t there.” In August Mitrice attended the Hot Summer Nights Party at the Playboy Mansion as a guest model. The next night she won $500 in a butt-jiggling reggae dance contest in Hollywood.

By then Mitrice had fallen for a Long Beach woman named Vanessa, a regular at the club where she danced. That Vanessa had a girlfriend only made Mitrice more determined to win her over. She became obsessed. One night after her go-go job, Mitrice drove solo to Las Vegas to join in Vanessa’s birthday celebration. Eventually Vanessa had to tell her to stay away. Mitrice’s behavior was becoming bizarre. She didn’t talk on the phone as much. She posted frequent musings on MySpace at all hours (“have u ever woke up 7am crying on a Saturday cuz now that u see the lite u see all the ppl lost in the dark?? welcome to my reality…”). Something was off. She’d talked to at least one friend about seeking therapy, but as far as anyone close to her knew, she’d never dealt with mental illness. As her ex-girlfriend Tessa put it, “Mitrice wanted people to think she had everything under control.”

Presence: Mitrice at the 2006 Miss Azusa Pageant

In the days leading up to her disappearance, Mitrice sent her mother a number of alarming, semidecipherable text messages. “u have to tell me what’s going on with you,” Latice texted back. “Uve been somewhat elusive and philosophical, tell me what’s up? Have you found yourself in a state of sadness? Are u crying without reason or understanding? I’m concerned..… Help me understand what’s going on with you? Are you feeling lost? Helpless? Alone? Rejected?”

Mitrice replied, “I’m writing a book (my journal) because u told me I can be anything I wanted…u told me I was Miss America, u told me I was America’s next top model…now do u know what I want to be when I grow up? Miss mother nature…cuz Miss America is a fake ass joke along with everything else we ‘see’ so I’m trying to find my way to Michelle Obama to see if she will talk to Mr. Obama about creating my position within the white house.”

“Call me!” her mother urged.

“I feel joy mommie,” Mitrice wrote. “not everyone has to die to live…I heard in the Bible Jesus dies so we can live forever…now I have to prove the ‘unlogic.’ ”

On Wednesday, September 16, as Latice slept, she received a couple more nonsensical text messages from Mitrice. According to a coworker at her shipping company job, Mitrice showed up that morning in an unusually bubbly mood, did some work, went out for lunch, and never returned. She made a late afternoon stop at Mildred’s house and left without saying where she was headed. In the early evening Mitrice’s aunt Lauren discovered her niece’s “Hazel” cards plastered all over the porch of her Inglewood home. Mitrice had left a note on Lauren’s husband’s windshield, a collection of random thoughts and doodles. “I ™ Uncle Johnny/Jimmy,” she wrote. In the right margin she’d scribbled the words “Black Women Scorned.” She signed off with one of her famous air kisses: “Muah!

Sheriff’s personnel conducted a massive January 2010 search—at least 240 people, 60 of them on horseback, plus ATVs, bikes, dogs, and helicopters. When a missing woman is found dead, the body is typically discovered within a ten-mile radius of where she was last seen, but the sheriff’s department, for reasons it refuses to explain, won’t say whether it even searched Dark Canyon.

By this time members of the press had only widened the rift between Mitrice’s parents. Latice was convinced that Mitrice was dead; Michael held out hope. Riding in the back of a friend’s SUV near the Las Vegas Strip that January, he thought he saw his daughter prostituting herself. He jumped out at a red light, losing sight of the woman before he could get to her. Law enforcement brushed off his report, but Michael was certain he’d seen Mitrice. It made sense to him. Mitrice had partied with Vanessa in Vegas a few weeks before she’d disappeared. He knew about the Playboy gig. Even though Michael had spent several years working in health care management, his South L.A. street instincts kicked in. Could someone she met at the Playboy party have recruited her? Is that why she’d gone to Malibu? Could a pimp or a john have picked her up from jail? “If someone was pimpin’ her out, I’d have accepted that,” he told me one afternoon, leaning into the table of an Inglewood Starbucks. “I’d take that quicker than what I have now.”

In late June 2010, a high school friend of Mitrice reported seeing her at a Las Vegas casino. This time local police took the report seriously. When the story broke, theLVPD received word of some 70 more alleged sightings, and L.A. sheriff’s investigators traveled to Vegas for a joint-agency press conference. Latice, however, insisted that the sightings were nonsense. On August 9, 2010, the rangers headed into Dark Canyon to check on the eradicated pot farm and stumbled upon Mitrice’s remains—less than eight miles from the Lost Hills sheriff’s station and within two miles of the location where she was last seen.

The rangers were gone now. It was just sheriff’s personnel and Mitrice’s naked body. Leaf debris and dirt covered most of it. Hair clung to her skull. More hair was scattered nearby, an earring and bits of something metallic tangled within it. According to the coroner’s report, an unidentified Lost Hills deputy arrived at the scene by 1:30 p.m., about 80 minutes after the rangers called in their find. There were still six hours of daylight—plenty of time for the coroner to get to Dark Canyon, take photos, collect evidence, and bring the remains to the lab. State penal code dictates that law enforcement should notify the coroner the moment it learns about human remains. But the coroner reported that the LASD didn’t alert them until 2:58 p.m., nearly 90 minutes after the deputy arrived and almost three hours after the Lost Hills station was informed about the body.

Just before 5 p.m. the coroner’s seven-man team, led by Assistant Chief Coroner Ed Winter, had been sent from the hillside above the canyon to the Lost Hills station, where, they were told, an LASD helicopter would retrieve them. By 5:20 p.m. LASD detectives Dan McElderry and Kevin Acevedo had been airlifted to the site. Another hour and 40 minutes passed, and there was still no helicopter for the coroner’s team. (The sheriff’s department has said the helicopter was called to search for a missing hiker.) With the sun setting and no aircraft in sight, Winter’s team assumed it would have to return in the morning. But at around 8 p.m. the LASD wrangled a chopper and made a unilateral decision. “Against the direction of Assistant Chief Winter,” the coroner’s report states, “LASD detectives collected the remains and air-lifted them” back to the Lost Hills sheriff’s station. This, despite a state code that says a body “shall not be disturbed or moved from the position or place of death without permission of the coroner or the coroner’s appointed deputy.” In all, sheriff’s personnel kept the coroner’s team on standby for nearly four hours and had exclusive access to the remains for six-and-a-half hours before removing them from the scene, allegedly without approval.

“Law enforcement’s job is to protect the crime scene,” an LAPD detective with nearly 40 years on the force tells me. “You never move a body without permission.” The events of August 9, he says, sound “ass backwards.”

Clea Koff is also puzzled. As a former United Nations forensic anthropologist and former member of the FBI’s Scientific Working Groups, she has determined causes of death of hundreds of people in Rwanda, Bosnia, and the United States. A 38-year-old Stanford grad and native Angeleno, Koff consulted on Mitrice’s case under the auspices of her L.A.-based nonprofit, Missing Persons Identification Resource Center. “Even if the coroner’s office was going to give permission for someone else to do the recovery, they would only do it after an assessment—by photo or a visit by personnel, or a detailed description, all of which LASD could have accommodated over the course of nearly seven hours,” she tells me. Furthermore, she says, sheriff’s personnel “apparently didn’t photo-document the scene or in situ positions or the individual stages of recovery, and didn’t collect soil samples. The coroner had no understanding of the body in relationship to the place. They only had the body that was brought to them.”

There were, however, pictures taken by the rangers and ultimately given to the coroner. Those images have not been disclosed or publicly discussed, but a well-placed source says that, like so many facets of Mitrice’s case, her remains have generated more questions than they’ve answered. Her right leg, caked in soil and sprouting weeds, sat about two yards upslope from the body, atop a mound of dry vines. The femur of the leg had been removed from the soft tissue, as if it had been pulled from the top of the thigh; there was nothing but a narrow duct where the bone should have been. Moreover, the leg bore no signs of having been ravaged by animals, which, in any case, would normally drag something of that size downhill rather than uphill. “We buried a sheep here a while back,” the owner of a horse property, located a third of a mile from Mitrice’s remains, told me one evening. “Coyotes and vultures dug it up and picked it clean within days, and if they missed anything, the bugs and rodents finished it off.” As we spoke on his patio, scavengers floated overhead and coyotes yipped nearby.

Lieutenant Michael Rosson supervised the investigators on the LASD’s behalf. In October 2010, two months after the airlift, he met with Latice, Koff, Sheriff Baca, and others to discuss the case. Rosson explained that deputies were given permission from a coroner’s staffer—not Assistant Chief Winter—to move the skull and assess what was underneath the leaf debris and dirt. “At that point in time,” Rosson said, “when deputies moved the skull, the whole skeleton remains, intact, came up with the skull.” His supervisor, Captain David Smith, corroborated: “When we started removing some of those remains, the entire skeleton came up out of the ground…the skull was still attached to the skeletal remains.” But Rosson and Smith’s narrative doesn’t comport with the source’s description of the photos. Mitrice’s skull was fully detached from the neck and resting upside down without its mandible on the upper torso—a result of gravity, nudging by curious animals, or worse. Five of the neck bones weren’t even recovered that day. For the entire skeleton to come up out of the ground intact with the pull of the skull, as Rosson and Smith claimed, wasn’t just improbable, it was impossible.

The LASD won’t say whether Lieutenant Rosson and Captain Smith were in Dark Canyon to witness the airlift. Steve Whitmore, the department spokesperson, declined several opportunities to make the officers who had been there—detectives McElderry and Acevedo, among others—available for comment or to offer any comment himself for this article. When I e-mailed a sheriff’s reservist who was said to be in Dark Canyon, I received a reply from Lost Hills Captain Joseph Stephen. “Please refrain from contacting the staff,” he wrote. “The harassing nature of your attempted contact with my staff is becoming very troubling and again must cease immediately. We will not, and cannot discuss this case with you.” That afternoon I received a call from Whitmore, who told me, “The sheriff’s department has absolutely nothing to hide.” Still, he added, “when you contact them, they get unnerved.”

To rule causes of death out, you first have to rule everything in, yet the LASD seemed determined to deny that Mitrice’s death was the result of a crime. Lieutenant Rosson and others cited the possibility of anaphylactic shock from poison oak as one potential cause, an occurrence so rare that reliable statistics don’t exist. They suggested that Mitrice wandered into Dark Canyon and became one of the two people who die each year in California from rattlesnake bites.

As for the nakedness of Mitrice’s body, Rosson posited that animals removed her clothing, only a portion of which—jeans, belt, and bra—was recovered. Given the location of those items, this would mean that scavengers took off Mitrice’s sneakers and socks, unbuckled her belt and slipped it out of its loops, then unzipped and tugged off her jeans before removing her underwear. The animals would have unfastened her two-hook bra and gotten it out from under her. Next, they’d have dragged the detached right leg uphill by the thigh—as opposed to a more mouth-size foot or ankle, which would have revealed bite marks—and positioned it atop a cluster of vines, at some point pulling out the femur. They’d have had to carry the jeans and bra 500 feet and 600 feet, respectively, down the canyon, drop them in the creek, and carry the belt another hundred feet downstream to hang it on the mess of vines where it was found. Finally, the creatures would have to have eaten or otherwise disposed of Mitrice’s two T-shirts, underwear, socks, and sneakers. “It’s absurd to suggest this was the work of animals,” says Koff, the forensic anthropologist. She also notes that, besides some rust on the zipper and buckle, the jeans and belt showed no significant damage, whether by animals or nature. The clothing, she says, “could have been worn after a washing.” In other words, they might not have been exposed to the elements for 11 months.

If animals didn’t remove the clothing, Captain Smith said in the October 2010 meeting, then rushing water was responsible. In that scenario the water would have needed to rise 60 feet above the top of the creek bed and push the body in the opposite direction of the current in order to deposit it where it was found. Even if the water had been that high, says Latice, “since when does water unbuckle belts, unzip jeans, and unhook bras? And how would water have taken off her T-shirts?” There is also the riddle of her mummification: Why, after 11 months outdoors, was her body partially mummified and not fully decomposed? Natural mummification, a state of preservation that renders the flesh leathery but lifelike, is usually the result of immediate and prolonged postmortem exposure to subfreezing or extremely dry environs, such as an attic or closet; it’s also better achieved when a body is clothed, providing a barrier against flies that lay the eggs that hatch flesh-eating maggots. It wouldn’t be impossible for a body to partially mummify in the elements, but this state of semidecomposition is not the norm—especially in Malibu between 2009 and 2010, an El Niño season, with almost no subfreezing weather, never mind all of the creatures in the area that feed on the dead. (The remains of Chandra Levy, the Washington intern who was found in a D.C. park one year after she disappeared, were nothing but bones.)

To Koff, there are too many unanswered questions to conclude that Mitrice wasn’t murdered. “You’ve got the naked body of a woman who you know was in a vulnerable state, within two miles of where she was last seen, in an area with which she had no expertise, in an unexplained position,” she tells me. “Usually the default move would be to consider this a homicide, at least until you can rule it out.” For instance, Koff notes, no one has explained why Mitrice’s mummified left arm was tightly flexed, as if she’d been saying the Pledge of Allegiance. “The left arm’s flexion could not have been created by the environmental conditions where the body was found,” she says. “There was nothing present to hold the arm in such a position—it was defying gravity.” To her, the position could indicate that the limb had been held in place—perhaps by a sheet or other wrapping—in a different environment while mummification set in. The veteran LAPD detective I spoke with goes further: “On the face of it, she was killed. It sounds like someone abducted her, killed her, and at some point dumped her body.”

Sheriff Baca thought otherwise. After rangers found Mitrice’s naked, semidecomposed body, he said in a press conference, “We have no indication of a homicide at this point. I don’t believe that the remains are capable of telling us a story.”

Portions of Mitrice’s story may still be in Dark Canyon. When I trekked to the site where the body had been discovered nine months earlier, I found, along with hundreds of feet of pot farm hoses, a pile of plastic grocery bags overflowing with empty food containers—stuff that drug cartel employees might have consumed as they planted cannabis. I had to wonder: Could the growers have come to check on their crop and encountered Mitrice wandering? Did she wave one of them down after leaving Bill Smith’s yard, hoping for help but finding only horror? Were her missing socks or underwear in one of those plastic bags? Could fingerprints or DNA on any of the cans or wrappers be linked to criminals in the system?

The coroner’s office also seemed uninterested in what Mitrice’s remains could reveal. As Koff put it in a December 2010 press conference, “They did not take the full complement of actions that were available to them over the course of their examination.” (Assistant Chief Winter wouldn’t comment for this article.) The hair on Mitrice’s head wasn’t examined to see if it matched the hair that was scattered on the ground. Was it someone else’s? Had it been cut off? The metallic fragments and earring in the detached hair—an earring that Mitrice wasn’t wearing at the time of her arrest—weren’t sent to a crime lab. Bug egg casings on Mitrice’s body weren’t tested to determine when the flies had hatched or whether they were consistent with the environment, evidence that could have helped determine the time and place she died. Dirt and leaves weren’t tested for blood. No craniotomy was performed to look for evidence of trauma. Pubic hair, though present on the remains, wasn’t combed for suspect hairs or foreign fibers or tested for semen. Nor were the articles of clothing near the scene. For several weeks, in fact, the coroner didn’t even know where the clothing was; Koff found them wadded up in Mitrice’s body bag after viewing the remains. Mitrice’s teeth appeared slightly pink, a possible sign of strangulation, but the coroner still hasn’t recovered the hyoid—a neck bone that can help determine whether a person was strangled—and haven’t scoured the area since their second search, which they didn’t conduct until six months after the remains were found. Last fall Latice visited the spot where her daughter was located in Dark Canyon. Her sister-in-law, a friend, and Koff went, too, all of them equipped with climbing harnesses, ropes, and helmets as LASD’S search-and-rescue experts led the way upstream. As they created a small memorial of plastic flowers, the women found one of Mitrice’s finger bones in the dirt.

Memorial: (from left) Latice, Lauren Sutton, friend Ronda Hampton, and Clea Koff at the site where Mitrice’s body was discovered

I last saw Michael Richardson in April, just before what would have been Mitrice’s 26th birthday. He and Latice were not on speaking terms again, but several months earlier, he had, with attorney Benjamin Schonbrun, filed a civil suit against the sheriff’s department that was consolidated with a suit Latice filed in 2010 with attorney Leo Terrell, best known for his rants on KABC-AM (790). The joint suit alleges violation of Mitrice’s civil rights, claiming that she should have been given a psychiatric evaluation and kept in custody. The sheriff’s department denies any wrongdoing; rather than use county counsel, it has hired the upmarket Glendale law firm Lawrence, Beach, Allen & Choi. A trial is set for September 12.

When I suggested to Michael that the LASD might settle out of court, he said, “This isn’t about money. I want a trial.” He and Latice say they hope Mitrice’s case will lead to policy change, a compromise between strict overdetention rules and releasing prisoners in the middle of the night with no means of getting home.

Latice is haunted by guilt for not rushing to the Lost Hills station once she learned of Mitrice’s arrest. She suffers from debilitating anxiety and depression. Early in the ordeal Latice stated publicly that she thought deputies were involved in Mitrice’s disappearance. Though she’s convinced her daughter was murdered, that’s about the only thing she’s certain of anymore. “Mitrice is not a hiker,” she says, speaking of her daughter in the present tense, something she does often. “My daughter is a city girl. She did not wander into that canyon. I believe she was suffering from mental illness, and somebody took advantage of that. I believe she was possibly raped, definitely killed, and eventually dumped.”

Maybe it was dope growers. Maybe it was a local who figured he could pin it on the farmers. For now all Latice can do is speculate. “Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse,” she says, “sheriffs and the coroner made more mistakes that only complicate things.”

On December 29, 2010, Latice sat down with Sheriff Baca to submit a request: Based on what she’d learned from forensic anthropologist Clea Koff about the handling of the remains, she wanted Mitrice’s body exhumed and reexamined, ideally by the FBI. “I called the FBI yesterday, and I asked if they would do the examination, and they agreed to do it,” Baca told the attendees. “I am totally disappointed in [the coroner’s] lack of sensitivity about this evidence,” he added. Baca went so far as to reconsider the cause of death. “Removal of trousers and even her undergarments and the belt are not acts of nature,” he said. “I’ve always felt that it should have been treated from the offset as a possible homicide…. When you say it’s not a murder, you better know what you’re talking about, and I don’t think we’ve been able to conclude that.” He even said he’d post a reward on LACountyMurders.com, the county’s official Web site for “Wanted” announcements, but more than seven months later, nothing had been posted. On top of that, the FBI’s point person in L.A. informed Baca soon after the meeting that the bureau would be unable to help. When I called the FBI to find out why it had changed its stance, spokesperson Laura Eimiller explained that it had never agreed to do the examination, as Baca had stated at the December meeting. (The sheriff has not been made available for comment.)

On July 13, 2011, after six months of pressuring the coroner’s office, Latice found herself at Inglewood Park Cemetery, watching Mitrice’s casket being dug up. Her family and a few friends stood close by as LAX-bound jets cut through the marine layer. Eyeing the growing pile of dirt, Latice saw the orange bandanna that Michael had thrown into the grave, the sartorial mark of the Crip gang with which he’d been affiliated over the years. As the cement-encased casket was hoisted onto the back of a flatbed bound for the sheriff’s crime lab, LASD and coroner’s personnel departed in a convoy of unmarked Crown Vics. That the exam would be done by the LASD’s own crime lab wasn’t ideal to Latice, but, she said, “All I can hope is that they do the job with integrity and get some answers. Maybe they’ll determine a cause of death. Maybe they won’t. But at the very least they can rule things out, which is more than anyone has done so far.”

Whatever they find, Latice isn’t expecting the results to lessen her grief. Mitrice won’t be coming back. The cramped family room of Latice’s home, a 1950s bungalow in the San Gabriel Valley, is filled with images of her oldest daughter, overshadowing those of Mitrice’s half-sister. Miiah, after all, is in the here and now. Thirteen years old and soft-spoken, she’s a ringer for her big sister and a good kid. But her mother can’t stop worrying. She even drives behind Miiah at a distance when she ambles down the sidewalk in their neighborhood. “Miiah’s at the age where she wants to be independent and walk to school,” Latice says. “But I’m not ready to let her do that alone. I’m not sure I ever will be.”             


Mike Kessler has written for Outside, The New York Times Magazine, and Men’s Journal. This is his first feature for Los Angeles.

ALSO: Watch Mike Kessler walk us through the details of this story on video

This feature was originally published in the September 2011 issue of Los Angeles magazine

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  • Joey Vidal

    a parents’ worst nightmare come true. and i feel especially saddened for the mother who now has to live with the guilt for having not picked up her daughter at the station- not that that was her fault. and it’s just deplorable how the lasd detectives botched the investigation and mismanaged the handling of evidence. it really does hint of foul play and a cover up. i really don’t know what the outcome of all of this will be but i just hope for the psychological well-being of the mother and father- i can’t even begin to imagine because i am all too familiar with the evil that men can, and will, do. so sad.


    I just thought of Mitrice (its ashamed we have to look to the internet to find updates on “people of color cases), but I read the whole story, so touching I followed it when I read about it in People magazine 2009. It’s so sad and truly touches my heart. Its terrible that to date no one knows what truly happened to her, or should I say the truth hasn’t come out yet. I pray for the family of Mitrica and we got to believe she is in a better place.

  • Charlie

    I just thought of Mitrice (its ashamed we have to look to the internet to find updates on “people of color cases), but I read the whole story, so touching I followed it when I read about it in People magazine 2009. It’s so sad and truly touches my heart. Its terrible that to date no one knows what truly happened to her, or should I say the truth hasn’t come out yet. I pray for the family of Mitrica and we got to believe she is in a better place.

  • drronda

    The abuse of citizens on the part of law enforcement does not end in the jails. Abuse of private citizens is rampant throughout the LASD at every level. We still have yet to understand the treatment of Mitrice Richardson by the LASD three years later. Why was she arrested? Why was she released with no means of caring for herself? Why did the detectives remove her body against the orders of the coroner’s? Why are there no answers? Any why has the OIR protected the LASD?


  • Heartbroken and Angered

    I am speechless. I just found out about this case last night from a friend who posted it on his FACEBOOK page. I was intrigued and could not stop reading the articles posted since the day of her arrest. I am very disgusted with CALIFORNIA law enforcement. I will get straight to the point, the young lady was MURDERED by someone in LAW ENFORCEMENT at that Police Station and is covering it up. You better believe there will be justice for this young lady and her family. GOD IS MY WITENESS! The truth will come out. The killer will slip up as thye always do. My heart goes out to the PARENTS and family OF Mitrice Richardson. I will keep them in my prayers. I will also continue to FOLLOW this story.
    God be the GLORY!

    • Taneya

      I truly believe deep down in my heart just like the mother of Mitrice that she was murdered and it was indeed those officers from that station letting her go in the middle of the night was just an way to pretend she went missing those officers killed that young lady and that is why all this evidence is being covering up it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize those officers are guilty just the fact that they are covering up anything and not properly handling this case shows they are in deed GUILTY of this young ladies MURDERED but what is done in the dark soon comes to the light and I pray to god justice is served.

  • Melanie Cooper

    I could not stop reading this story. My heart cries for Mitrice’s family. The life of a young, educated woman, with some obvious psychosis, snuffed out in the middle of the night without a clue as to how or when died. After reading this very thorough story about Mitrice, I am convinced that she was murdered, and that the LASD played an intricate role. I now pray that the perpetrators and those who have attempted to obstruct justice in this case are commanded to answer for their crimes and are punished to the fullest extent of the law. RIP Mitrice, you are not forgotten. #prayingforjusticeforMitrice…

  • Farrah…

    i cry watching now at midnight xmas about lovely MITRICE.
    rip chica.

    i m so happy a attorney procure almost 1,000,000.oo settlement,for the family
    i m so sad for them. money do not replace lovely daughter,but hold on the memory of a once yes,mom (a happy memory plenty of your astute loving child.)police did imo
    bungle investigatory by not even collecting the article(s)of clothing allegedly? et.
    i do not get it but i m praying for her mother to be strong.the $ allow you as i just heard to take a break from it all,your daughter will be so proud of you mom for all your doing,and have done to at least give her a proper burial,as she is definitely in heaven,and some do not even get to find the remain(s)


    and her atty.was right on the news and show tonight DISAPPEARED SAYING IF IT WAS A BRITNEY OR LOHAN this would have been handle diff.
    i agree




    • Valerie Thorne

      I am truly sorry for Litrice’s loss, I too have lost a child, by murder. This is one of the hardest things a parent can imagine or endure. My heart goest out to you and your family. It is sad that you had to endure soo much pain to get to the truth, and you still don’t know all the truth. It truly appears as if so much is being withheld and that her murderer is know to the sheriff”s station. How sad for them to have placed such little value on her life and wellbeing.

  • Theresa

    I think the lack of attention to detail in gathering post mortum evidence is inexcusable.
    That being said, Matrice was clear,y in a psychotic state, delusional, and not oriented to self or p,ace or time. The texts to her mother clearly reveal she was psychotic. This is when
    Intervention shoud have occurred. Although I empathize for the mother and family and understand their issues with the Shieriffs dept, I am perplexed how mom can NOT go find her daughter when Matrice was clearly communicating via her texts she was not in reality.
    Her mom says ” Matrice was not a hiker” really? What about the person who saw Matrice sitting on a stoop near a gated home after release ( see 9-11 call on utube). When asked if she was ok she said ” yes, I’m resting” . Mental illness is very difficult to accept.
    Let’s all look at the reality that this beautiful young woman had a psychotic break, acted as such, not a crime,wondered off I. Her delusional state. This led to her death.
    The focus needs to be on this not the sheriffs dept.

    • C

      I have to disagree. The inconsistencies in reporting from the moment the sherrif’s dept picked up Mitrice to the inexcusably bungled investigation of her remains are far more glaring than Mitrice’s alleged mental state. It’s hard to know what to do when someone you love suddenly starts acting differently. You hope they’ll work it out or that it will pass. She made a judgment call, believing that the sherrif’s dept would not let her troubled daughter leave in the middle of the night, and then this happened.

      It’s nauseating how obviously they are covering something up here. It truly is. This woman’s death means nothing to these people. They either bungled, on one end, or they are directly culpable for her murder, the concealment of her remains and the lack of thorough investigation. There is simply too much gone wrong here to believe otherwise. I would say it’s shocking, but law enforcement has a long and sordid history of protecting itself, especially when it comes to the lives and bodies of black women.

  • Ro

    My prayers go out to the Richardson Family….. I read about Mitrice’s story in 2009 and followed it closely.. Im so sorry for your loss.. Im also glad that the family did’nt give up on getting some kind of closure.. Just reflect on the moments you shared with Mitrice and smile and know she one of Gods Angels…

  • Juliana

    I watched this case on Disappeared recently and found it so tragic. My prayers go to the family of this beautiful young woman who died so tragically. I have many questions as well and I feel how the family are feeling- I am angered and speechless by how the police officers assumed that she was okay when it was clear that she wasn’t.

    The one thing that really touched me about watching this episode that spoke about her case was her mother’s will to never give up. She knew that something had happened to her baby and that she was still in the canyon and not in Vegas like the many reports claimed. Goes to show that a mother is always right when it comes to her gut feelings.

    I just feel so bad for the family because this young woman was smart and very beautiful. She was lovely and it is a shame that she died in this way. This is truly one of those cases that I will never forget, even if I am not a police officer and am a regular citizen.

  • herbherary

    While detained at a jail west of said location ( agoura) and possabily mirrored protical of said department ( LASD ) although my bail had been paid the officers against my what they may call pissy attatude would not release me until someone would pick me up. This happened prior to the victims incident. Check protical of release, or responsibility of costody

  • james

    I first saw the story on the tv and it made me cry.I have a 14 year daughter and this story makes me so upset it really is very painful.That poor beautiful girl taken away from this world and the pain her family has gone through is just so horrible I think the police were involved with her death. There is no doubt in my mind the deputy that left after she was released was involved. How many other girls are there how many victims. The deputies at the lost hills station will get what is coming to them one way or the other. Oh if any of the chicken shiot cops read this as a threat you can blow me. I have family in the LAPD that are not scum like you.

  • Wayne

    It’s a very sad thing when someone young passes. But the writer and the parents, understandably so, seem to be grasping at straws to find a murder.

    The most likely scenario is that Mitrice walked into the place she was found and took off her own clothes and belt. She probably did this because she was delusional or suicidal. She put her hand over her heart and waited to die, probably from thirst or exposure. Her leg was torn off by coyotes. It’s sad that she didn’t get the mental help she needed, and the investigative bodies did not do everything they should have, but most likely there is no foul play.

    • Mychal

      You sound stupid as hell…you don’t make any sense. You sound as bright as the officials who said animals and water played a part in why her clothes were off. Just admit they fucked up and now they’re trying to hide it. Asshole

      • WilloughbyBucksworth

        What is stupid is, though this woman was exhibiting strange behavior long ago that went ignored by her family even the night of her arrest, now her family wants to hold others accountable for their neglect and indifference.

    • https://www.facebook.com/pages/Find-Mitrice-Richardson/149293545705?ref=hl Ronda

      I have hiked up to the site where Mitrice’s body was found with the assistance of the Malibu SAR. There is no way that an individual could have hiked up that trail. In order to get in we had to have hiking gear, ropes and other equipment to get to her remains. We had to be airlifted out. Her body was found in the ravine but also adjacent a 21 acre private residence. The ravine is very accessible through the private residence.

  • Dappadone Noriega

    I just watched this documentary about this young gal and the first thought that came to my head was let’s investigate the police in this case. These were the patrols that were moving abut that would likely have encountered her after that guy possibly had seen her on his fence. Even if that happened. This would also be a good person to investigate. See here is the thing, for one I think either someone gave her some drugs and this gal willfully took them or someone slipped her something. Whatever the case this gal was clearly high as hell. I must admit that in the mornings not at night, I don’t want to think; but truly in the morning police do release people walking only after they have seen a Judge I think and have sobered up. I hope you guys don’t have a monster in uniform. How far from the siting did they find the body? What type of testing is this sheriff depts. dogs going through? Because a dead body laying exposed is pretty loud when it comes to smells. A lot of times hunting dogs or hunters are the very ones that find bodies. I realize the family received $900,000 and really okay then that’s a lot better than nothing. At the same time I hope you don’t have a predator in uniform; because hell this could be a movie. It’s a harsh statement to say; yet it has happened before. WHAT? In the South it was a common practice to release certain prisoners in the night and then that person suffers a fatal attack of some sort that ultimately cost them there very lives. All I am saying is I have heeerreeedd of tales that sound alot like this’en.

  • X

    This is just a star This k reminder of why it’s necessary that we need our own, our own land, laws, resources, law enforcement, newspapers, media, representatives, lawyers, governors, president, country. Only then will we receive our own justice. It will take all of us to come together to ensure that this never happens. From Mitrice Richardson to Trayvon Martin they pick us off with no remorse. Wake up original man.

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      I agree!!

  • Kat

    This is such a tragedy. I know that area well, and that sheriff’s department is in a very remote area. It’s scary to drive at night, let alone walk. Especially not knowing the area. At the very least the department is guilty of being an accomplice to whatever happened, since that girl should never have been walking those dark streets alone.
    More likely there’s parts of the story that aren’t being told. That area is notorious for being racist. You can sit at the Starbucks on Kanan in Agoura and watch the sheriff’s pulling over people, and 9 times out of 10 that person will be a minority.

  • Ann

    This story is too sad. I also remember an article years ago in a little local throw away paper that showed pictures of naked black women with afros spray painted on some walls near that canyon where Mitrice was found. They also had painted derogatory comments about black women. Whoever did this, will rot in hell unless they confess to Christ!

    • http://www.pasadenaweekly.com/cms/racistmural/ Ronda

      That mural was determined by LASD to not be related to her case which makes no sense. Her body was eventually found within a few miles of this mural. The men who painted it turned themselves in with their attorneys and they were never charged.


  • 510QUEEN

    My heart just broke from reading this. As a mother I can only imagine the pain and heart break this family has endured.

  • Angela D’Onofrio

    It’s absolutely ridiculous that the restaurant required a signature for her grandmother’s credit card. I’ve had my folks bail me out of all kinds of situations over the phone, most recently the dentist, with their credit cards and nobody has ever asked for their signature. If the restaurant wasn’t so backwards, Mitrice would likely be alive today. Shame on them.

    • Flick

      Really? Shame on the restaurant? Requiring a signature is for their protection in the case of fraud. Are you really suggesting that a restaurant is at fault for refusing a credit card number over the phone to pay for the meal of a person behaving incredibly erratically? How should they know that she’d be unsafe in police custody? What about the blame for the person who killed her? There’s also nothing to say that had the restaurant accepted that payment or if employees had paid for her meal and allowed her to leave, Mitrice wouldn’t have still found herself in the unfortunate position of crossing paths with the person who did this.

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      But you are white, so you could do that.

  • Pamela

    Was just watching the crime and investigation channel here in the UK, and saw a representation of this case on the program, Dissapeared. Seems to me there are many more questions to be answered. The family of Mitrice should not give up and keep on fighting for the truth. Take inspiration from Doreen Lawrence, the mother of Stephen Lawrence who was murdered for being the right place at the wrong time. Her fight for justice changed British laws and attitudes albeit taking 20 years to do so. Constantly keeping this case alive year on year can slowly bring about change, allowing the truth to slowly surface. People’s attitudes change due to life experiences (especially on their death bed). Be strong and peruse RELENTLESSLY.

  • Anonymous

    It’s strange that her body was found by a porn ranch. Two individuals whom we should all question are Suzy Randall and Bonnie Chermak. They were involved in her murder and rape and that porn ranch is known for BDSM films. I wouldn’t doubt that Mitrice was forced to participate in a snuff film yet the cover ups are endless and obvious. Justice will be served and the people will know the truth.

  • Taneya Metters

    Just from reading this story it is certain that Mitrice was indeed murder and due to all the covering up from the deputies and the jail house I am certain these people had something to do with this young ladies abduction and murder. For one why would you let someone out in the mid morning with no ride money or for especially if you know this young lady is not from the town and is not in her right mind why would you hide video tapes and cover up statements that were made when she was first arrested why would you cover up the fact that an officer left out the door shortly after Mitrice and all of a sudden after questions about the tape and the officer, the officer is now transferred to another facility this is all crooked and I believe with every bit of my heart those officers abducted her and murdered her and took their sweet time on finding her because they already knew where she was located explains why they did not attempt to search dark canyon explains why they didn’t notify coroners in a proper time explains why they wouldn’t rule a death a homicide and it explains why all this covering up is going on because those officers are the murders and her mother knows this she just can not prove it do to the people that are suppose to protect us covering up all evidence involved with this case but it will one day come out and justice will be served because everything that is done in the dark comes to the light and with god justice will be served for Mitrice rather it takes 5 more years to come about it will come about and I pray for Mitrice and her family and I pray that justice will be served !!!!!!!!!

  • Sharon

    I believed all along that someone at that police station is likely to have raped and killed that young girl. And I believe she could have given evidence of who it was even in her mental state. That’s why she was killed. Awful, awful story!

    • George Jackson

      Very well could have been the case. What about the Bill Smith guy?

  • Jamal Reyes

    I find it hilarious that people blame the police. So this woman commits a crime and then leaves upon her own will and its the POLICE’s fault? ha ha.
    Next time don’t commit a crime and you will not be in this position! But I guess there will not be a next time huh?

    • https://www.facebook.com/pages/Find-Mitrice-Richardson/149293545705?ref=hl Ronda

      Mitrice was claiming she was from Mars and making other bizarre statements. The arresting officer admitting in an email that he really arrested her because he was concerned about her mental state which should have warranted him taking her to the hospital instead of jail. He violated police and should have been punished for this. Her body was removed against the orders of the coroners and the detectives should have been punished for violation of policy. Many wrongdoings in this case. If you are following what is going on with the LASD you must be aware of the corruption. It is only a matter of time before someone comes forward about what happened to Mitrice and many of us will not be surprised that L.E. was involved. I hope there will not be a next time for anyone, even you Mr. Reyes.

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      Thats fucked up. What a mean thing to say. Also, a crime? Not paying a bill is a misdemeanor and she had a credit card and they wanted a signature.

  • CoverUp

    I often wonder about Mitrice Richardson, too. I hope that the truth comes out one day. I can’t help but think that her murder was covered up by LASD. Was LASD bought off $$$? Why the coverup and hiding of evidence? Every woman should be furious. I feel for Latice and her family and I pray that the FBI steps in to investigate.

    • George Jackson

      Every human being with a conscience should be furious. I am a Black male and this infuriates me as well.

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  • Karin

    Just watched dissapeared ,I believe with the way she was acting talking etc before she disappeared ,she said her mother was mother nature ,that she UN clothed herself ,laid down ,and going by the way her arms were positioned on the sketch of the anthropologist that she wanted to be one with nature ,that she had a melt down ,with the whole stress of her life ,even so the police could of handled it differently ,and with help and physiciatric help she would of probably still of been here ,r.I.p. sweetheart x

  • Does it really matter

    A little late to the discussion here, I love how people instantly think she was murdered when I think the evidence points to she wandered off and died of exposure. She had a mental breakdown and was sleeping in someone’s backyard and was only found 2 miles from the house, I do believe she was in a manic state and it was shown she had taken off running for no reason. I believe strongly she walked down there and got lost. At the restaurant she was saying her mother was mother earth and how she wanted to be connected. I have never been in that state of mind but people who haven’t had a mental breakdown die in dark canyon every year from exposure and I do think that’s the case this time. I really do enjoy true crime and such and never had I had more of a feeling that there wasn’t anything sinister at play here. I do often wonder what would have happened if they found her wallet in her car when the police arrived at Geoffrey’s, I do wonder if the outcome would have been better but the cops were idiots in this particular case and I believe if they would have went down into dark canyon the morning she was spotted in Bill Smith’s yard sleeping on his porch they would have found her. Could you imagine having a mental break down and having not sleep in 5 days wandering around in rugged terrain, I don’t think you or I would have a better outcome.

  • WilloughbyBucksworth

    I deeply sympathize for Mitrice and it’s disturbing that, despite several occurrences of her bizarre behavior, like her odd texts and plastering a porch with her business cards, that the parents want to hold someone else accountable for their negligence, like not getting her mental help, bailing her out and picking her up, that brought Mitrice to that point and time leading up to her disappearance and death.

  • gatorallin

    My heart goes out to Mitrice’s family and friends, especially after police handled this so poorly and their actions would make anyone lose faith in our police force and those we expect will truly “protect and serve”. I remember hearing about this case in the very early stages, when they were first passing out fliers in the neighborhood areas she had last been sighted near (Bill Smith backyard). Then much later watching the possible sighting reports out in Vegas that gave everyone false hope she would be found unharmed. From the sounds of the terrain and the 2 mile distance from her last sighting to the final location, that often does fit that most body recoveries are made within a 5 mile radius of where a person is last seen. My question would be is it possible for someone who is having a mental breakdown and without sleep for 3+ days, and no hiking experience to get lost here and die from exposure? Is it even possible for someone to carry/dump her body here to indicate murder? I don’t think she was committing suicide as some well thought out plan, but the thought has crossed my mind that she was so lost or frustrated she gave up, or made peace with her situation and was in some odd way, becoming one with Mother Nature, she may have removed those items of clothing and position them and even positioned her arm that way on purpose.

    My gut says she was not murdered by some crazed/evil cop that followed her once released, but let me be very clear that the repeated negligence of the police department to not perform a wellness check (5150) did in this case lead to her death.

    Of course the actions of the police department to cover up the long list of their incompetencies only made this case more painful for the family and I think that is reflected in the cops willingness to settle out of court for 900k. I really wish the family would have taken it to court to help bring more attention to the need to offer better training for the police dept related to 5150 cases and maybe setup a larger fund in Mitrice’s name to make sure this error never happens again. I know if I were on the jury of that case the 900k would be a small fraction of what would have been paid out, if knowing part of that end result would likely be used for that positive purpose.

    If you have not listened to the 911 tapes of the mother calling in before she goes missing… it is one of the most heart wrenching calls ever……. as you know the negative outcome later and the misinformation she gets during those calls.

    911 recorded calls here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H18MeqM9X1g

    I can empathise with that moment of her mother trying to decide if your kid is just acting out, getting depressed, or getting high and just needs some tough love. I will pick them up first thing in the AM once they sleep this one off in the tank…. only to have the heartache of finding out they were released into the hills with no car/money and no chance to be safe at midnight… cold, lost, confused, sleep deprived and in the middle of a serious mental breakdown.

    I had not really considered the theory that the area was known for marijuana growing and thus she could have stumbled into a protected weed patch and been killed. I guess anything is possible, but I would guess they would have buried the body to hide it, or why put the clothes out where they could be found or attract attention. Or you would have found bullet wounds or clear signs of trauma. It just seems the random chance she has that much bad luck to run into a murder in the middle of the woods is too far a stretch, even in this run of bad luck for her.

    This case is sad on so many levels… It is clear the police don’t have the training to properly access mental illness and when to use the wellness check or baker act. It is clear that once any series of mistakes occurs that even our most trusted institutions will lie and cover up their incompantices to protect and serve themselves. It is clear that several people who came in contact with Mitrice that night could have gone just a bit out of their way to help her and her death could have been avoided. Our society is so afraid to label someone with the stigma of mental illness that we are unable to give people the help they so desperately need, most of all those closest to us or those paid to watch out for us. Of course you have to assume she may also be alive if Mitrice was white or received white privilege that clearly Mel Gibson received at the same jail.

    You have to be impressed by this family to keep this story in the press and now with a documentary coming out soon it should attract more attention. Also the hard work and persistence of Rhonda Hampton to make something good come from this tragedy/story. I hope they all find peace and if I was convinced my daughter was murdered, vs died directly from negligence of an inept police/jail system, I would never get to that place of peace they deserve so much.

  • IKB

    I still think about Mitrice and her needless death haunts me. A death entirely due to the cold blooded attitude of the police that just dumped her out the door and left her on her own when she obviously needed help.