subject worked many jobs, mostly in the food industry—waitressing, hostessing, or tending bar. Mostly in upscale establishments where she could meet well-to-do men. At the age of nineteen, she married her first husband, Ian Larsen, a young dentist just starting his practice in Richmond and loaded with debt. Before divorcing him, she hung around long enough to use him to meet other white-collar professionals who did have money. Divorce record states that Dr. Larsen took out a loan and paid her $25,000 to get out of his life. When interviewing Dr. Larsen, who is now happily married and has a thriving practice, he said subject was a living nightmare, and refused to discuss details. The only thing he would say was that she pretended to be going to college and had stacks and stacks of books. Once she married him, she refused to work. They were married for fifteen months.
Husband number two was a man named Clayton Mitchell, a stockbroker to whom she had been introduced by one of Dr. Larsen’s colleagues. Subject married him fifty-five days after her divorce from Dr. Larsen was final. According to personal interview with Mr. Mitchell, it was anything but a marriage made in heaven. Same MO with this guy—said she was about to graduate, lied to him about her age, lied about everything. Nothing domestic about her. Wanted to dine out every night and meet his wealthy clients. She flirted with them all and hit on some of them. She drove him to the brink of bankruptcy with her outrageous spending.
Things went from subject’s being verbally abusive to becoming physically abusive. Mr. Mitchell moved out of their town house to get away from her. She came to his office, threatened him, and made wild scenes. He paid to get rid of her. She got the town house and the mortgage that went with it. She promptly sold it and netted $146,000. He still doesn’t know how that happened, because he said the town house wasn’t worth anywhere near that much. He, too, is happily married now, lives in New York, and is quite successful on Wall Street. He also said subject pretended to be studying and she said that she would graduate from the University of Virginia the following year. It was, of course, a lie on top of an elaborate charade. They were married for seventeen months.
Subject then married Hugo Hintermyer—a real-estate broker who had aspirations of becoming a real-estate tycoon—three months later, although she had moved in with him two weeks after he sold the Mitchell town house for her. When they married, HH bought her a Mercedes convertible. They lived in what he told her were properties that he owned. Actually, the properties were investment properties belonging to people who were out of the country and never bothered to check on them. HH was conning her in much the same way that she was conning him. This marriage only lasted nine months. Subject kept the Mercedes convertible and HH gave her $78,000, so she wouldn’t turn him in to the licensing board. He had to raise the money from friends and by helping himself to several escrow accounts.
Despite what had happened, he said he was sorry to see the last of her because she was so good in bed, even if she was a bitch on wheels. He also said she pretended to be a student and, from time to time, when she wasn’t out charging up a storm on his credit cards, she actually looked like she was studying. HH hopes never to see her again.
There are no records to indicate subject has ever personally filed state or federal income taxes, even though she worked and drew a paycheck. (Check last page of this report for the establishments where subject worked.)
Subject did not remarry for three years. She worked, and pretended to go to school; law school, to be precise. Had tons of law books, carried them with her. Sold her Mercedes convertible the second year after the divorce from HH, as she was short of funds. Hooked up at this point with the manager of an Avis rental. She moved in with him and drove the cars on the lot while she went on the prowl to find someone better than the manager, who showered her with gifts and allowed her to use his credit cards. His name was Leroy Denvile. She cleaned out his bank account, took off with one of his rental cars, and left him