Transcript of The Girl in the Blue Mustang - Ep. 2: The Man Who Knew Too Much

The Mojave Desert was beginning to bask and bloom in the late winter sun. Just beyond the sand in the city of Palmdale, the grass was greening out of the cypress trees at Desert Lawn Memorial Park, where Michelle O'Keefe had been laid to rest. The inscription on her stone, cheerful, loving sister and daughter. At her funeral, with his mother's hand on his shoulder, Twelve-year-old Jason made his sister a promise. I will love you forever, and I'll see you in heaven when it's my time to go.

I love your brother Jason.

It is very hard.

Michelle's father, Mike O'Keefe, And it's one of those questions you have to ask.

We say, Do you want to stand in front of God and Jesus? Why ask?

Impossible not to ask. Impossible to answer. But there was a second question, too. A that would not leave him alone, that tormented his every waking moment. Who did this thing? Michael Keefe would do anything to find out and get justice for his daughter. Anything. In this episode, you'll see how far a family will go to get answers. He's very large build, but his name is Lee or Leon. You'll hear from a brand new witness who turned the narrative on its head.

She heard a tapping sound, which we've determined was probably the gun shots.

And you'll hear what happens when a larger-than-life attorney seems to go to suspect to lose control.

You're doing a very good job. I heard you saying, You're getting underneath my skin. I'm I'm going to stay nice and calm because I know what you want me to do is blow up the front of this camera so you can take it and use it against me.

Why don't you keep your smirk off your face? I know.

I will not. I'm Keith Morison, and this is The Girl in the Blue Mustang, a podcast from Dateland. Episode 2, The Man Who Knew Too Much. About the central facts, there was no doubt. Michelle O'Keefe was hit with some blunt object and then shot to death while sitting in the driver's seat of her brand new Mustang in a park and ride north of Los Angeles. As for the rest, there just wasn't much to go on. Except, Detective Richard Longshore was getting a familiar feeling in his gut about that one talkative witness of his, the night's security guard, Raymond Jennings. Jennings had told Longshore he heard shots fired, saw muzzle flashes, but couldn't see the shooter. And yet...

When we interviewed Mr. Jennings. He said that he saw a projectile and a leg on the pavement, and that he speculated that that projectile was there because the shooter accidentally shot into the ground as he approached Michelle. It took us hours to determine that's what occurred, and yet he had it as a cold observer with no first-hand information in a matter of minutes.

Just shouldn't know that.

He shouldn't have. He knew, for example, about the sequence, or he opined the sequence of the shots, that the first shot was point blank into her chest. That's exactly what it was.

That's determined by the autopsy.

Right. And we don't make those determinations before you go to an autopsy. And for a layperson to come up with that, it just defied logic.

Three days after the murder, Jennings quit his night security job, said he couldn't feel comfortable around there anymore. So he drove over to All Valley Security at a strip mall on Fondale Boulevard to turn in his uniform. And of course, Detective Longshore found out. And a few days later, detectives retrieved the nylon security jacket and the beige short-sleeved shirt and the dark pants that Jennings wore that night in the park and ride. Happily, the clothes had not been washed. Could be a DNA gold mine. So they took the dirty uniform to the crime lab where the techs ran tests for blood and gunshot residue and so on. And? Negative. Lots of Raymond Jennings DNA, but nothing that could pin him to a shooting in parking lot. No blood, no gunshot residue. Zip. Which tended to back up Jennings' story that he was nowhere near the shooting. But this wasn't Longshore's first rodeo, far from it. And he couldn't stop thinking something just didn't quite add up. So Longshore called Jennings in again and again and talked to him for hours. And the guy remained as polite as could be, like he was trying hard to help.

But that wasn't not necessarily a sign of innocence, said Longshore.

I've talked a lot of killers that have just killed someone, and they're not what you might expect. I can think of three or four scenarios just on top of my head where someone can kill another person and leave no evidence behind whatsoever. That person needs to be apprehended and brought to justice and let a jury take a crack at him. Often seem like nice people. Absolutely. There are some killers that I've spoken to that I actually like. You can't condone what they've done, but they're likable people.

Didn't make Longshore any less determined. Anyway, there was more to do. There was that best friend, Jennifer Peterson, last person to see Michelle before whatever happened. At first, she couldn't even talk, too distraught. So Longshore suggested, gently, that they could just go have a look at the crime scene together. See if anything occurred to her there. As they got out of Detective Longshore's car, they could hear the steady hum of thousands of commuters, a stone throw away on Highway 14 connecting Palmdale to LA.

And as we got to the portion of the parking lot where Michelle's car had rolled from striking the planter, I said, Okay, this is where Michelle's car was. She said, Well, no, it wasn't. I said, Are you sure? Are She said, Yeah, we parked it under a light, deliberately, because she was concerned about her vehicle safety.

Well, that certainly got his attention. The safe, rightly lit parking space Jennifer pointed out was 17 spaces away from the place first responders found Michelle's car with her body inside. So why did she move? Why to a darker place, exactly where she didn't want to park her car? Maybe she went somewhere more discreet to change out of the mini skirt she wore to the shoot and back into her more modest jeans for class? Maybe. They found the jeans on the passenger seat next to her body. So, of course, investigators was confronted, Jennings, with that discovery. And? They drew a blank. Jennings went on insisting the Mustang had never moved, that it was exactly where he first saw it 20 minutes before Michelle and Jennifer got back from LA. So was he lying? Or just mistaken? I'm puzzled that. Anyway, the Jennings quandary was not Longshore's only lead. Meth had raised its ugly head out in the Antelope Valley. And gangs had come right along with it. They all knew about the murder. Everybody had at least one opinion, sometimes more.

We had people confessing to it. Youngsters, teenagers, early 20s up in the Antelope Valley who were involved in drug trafficking. Well, okay, she was killed because she owed money to a dope dealer.

Of course, he checked that out, but no way Michelle used drugs. But he did learn from the gang enforcement team that gang members had been making trouble in the park and ride, stealing hubcaps, rims, anything they could get their hands on for quite a while. Oh, and the confessing? Well, that was not to long shore, and wasn't really confessing. More like taking credit for Michelle's murder so they could use it for a shakedown.

I killed Michelle, and if you don't put out it, then I'll kill you, too. Why did they do that? God knows.

Jennings wasn't any help in that department. Gangs? He said he didn't see any of that in the park and ride before or after the murder. Nobody at all, for that matter. Nobody else in the parking lot.

As far as he was telling us. As far as he was telling us, right.

Nobody came and went.

That's correct.

So not a gang. Anyway, why would gangbangers attack and kill a sweet church-going kid who had no connection to them whatsoever? Then a tip. Sheriff's investigators were notified a 17-year-old juvenile who had been taken into custody on another charge claimed she had information about the Palmdale murder. Her name was Victoria Richardson. She said she was in her car with three other people that night listening to music near the northwest corner of the parking lot.

And they'd been smoking marijuana. She heard a tapping sound, which we've determined was probably the gun shots. She saw another car just drive by, a random car in the parking lot. And she saw the security guard walk by just moments before the shooting as he made his patrol. And she decided to leave. And when they left the parking lot, went right through the crime scene and ended up stopping and talking Mr. Jennings and saying, Wait, what happened? And he goes, Is there shooting? He's, I don't know. Where's that effect? And he never told us that, initially.

This is within a few minutes of the shooting? Yes. And yet he told you he didn't see anybody?

That's correct.

Strange, especially given Jennings' willingness to help and his remarkable memory that he would somehow forget this This crucial encounter. So that sets off some alarm in your head?

It did. And we went back and spoke to him as a residence and again asked him to tell us everything that occurred, and he stuck to that story. And that's when he confirmed that you had a second vehicle or another vehicle had spoken to him, a Victoria Richardson, that, Oh, yeah, that's right. I remember seeing that now. And it just started to ring off some alarm bells.

Detective Longshore wondered what else Jennings had not remembered, but nothing could have prepared him for this from the talkative Mr. Jennings. I've already been thinking, why haven't they come after me yet? Or why would you think that he didn't do anything? Well, just for me, we were in contact. Yeah. Where did I put myself in your shoes? And he wasn't exactly wrong, but it was infuriating. No murder weapon, no eyewitness to contradict the talkative guard. Longshore didn't have the evidence to go after Jennings, and he certainly couldn't go public with his Detective with hunches. It doesn't work that way. But maybe he didn't have to. The rumors about Jennings were getting around, but also soon offers of a speedier justice.

I had guys come up to me, big guys that I've never seen before that you wouldn't want to meet in Dark Alley that said, I'll take care of it for me. Just tell me when you want me to do it. And I said, No, I'd rather. I wanted to go to court.

That's Pat O'Keefe, desperate to find her daughter's killer. She recorded a public service announcement for local TV, husband Mike standing solemnly behind her, hand on her shoulder.

On the night of February 22nd, our daughter Michelle was murdered at the Park and Ride lot in Palmdale on Avenue S in the 14 freeway.

By no means all they did. As spring turned to summer, Michelle's 14-foot-high smiling face began to appear on billboards in the high desert. Among thousand-year-old Joshua trees. The billboards read, I wasn't ready to Die at 18. Can you help catch my killer? But six months after Michelle was murdered, as the desert soared past 100 degrees in the shade, the case of the girl in the blue Mustang went cold. No chargeable suspect, no new clues, no solid leads. Then, on October 11th, 2000, a chilly autumn day on what should have been Michelle's 19th birthday, the O'Keefe were clear across the country in New York City on the Montell Williams Show. Please welcome Mike and Pat to the show. They'd put the O'Keefe in the audience under a spotlight, there to bear their souls on national TV. Pat looked down self-consciously as her husband, Mike, began.

About eight months ago, our daughter was murdered in a park and ride.

A stunning black and white photo of Michelle filled the TV screen. The camera zoomed into her smiling face.

What we'd like to know is the police haven't got a name yet or anything. Do you know who killed her?

Seated up front on the studio's main set, Montell and a psychic named Sylvia Brown, lean forward, clasping their hands as if they wanted to bring Pat and Mike closer. Sylvia began describing Michelle's killer in a vision that had just come to her. He's very large build, but his name is Lee or Leon. Lee? As in 6'2 security guard, Raymond Lee Jennings? He had on it some a blue uniform with a pocket and a badge thing. A minute later, the segment was over. Though to the Akefs, it seemed as if it had barely begun. They could easily have filled the entire hour with their hopes and mostly their fears. Pat and Mike told me it wasn't satisfying, but at least it was something. Why did you go on these shows, Montell Williams, America's Most Wanted? What drove you to do that?

I think maybe just if anybody knew anything, just to get the word out, because we still didn't have an arrest when we went on all those shows. So I think maybe just to see if we could get any information from anybody.

The importance of figuring out what happened, who did it, why, seems to loom very large in people's lives. Yeah. Can you tell me about that?

I never thought about it until it happened to me, but it almost It was almost like there was this constant little voice saying, You've got to get this thing solved. You've got to get this thing solved.

For your daughter?

Yes.

It's like, This is what you need to do for her.

You've got to do this. You want to close your end, and when you don't, it gets frustrating. And it eats at you. You got to get this thing solved.

The Montell show definitely had one immediate impact, and that was on Ray Jennings. He'd gotten a new job as a salesman at a Toyota car dealership in Lancaster, and there were the O'Keefe and the Psychic on TV.

Jennings is watching that at the dealership he was working at after he left the security guard company. And all of a sudden, his pager goes in a meltdown, and he was saying, Oh, God, they're going to pin this on me. I I got to go home. They're going to pin this on me. And he left.

Unless he could talk them out of it. Murder is like a wrecking ball in a family. All in pieces. No one's the same after. Pat and Michael Keefe were holding on for dear life by the time they took their case to TV shows and psychics for all the good it did. But give up? Not a chance. Otherwise, it would eat them alive. And so back home in Palmdale, Pat and Mike decided that the standard way of criminal justice just wasn't going to be enough for them. What made it important to pursue this beyond the normal course of action, which is to bug the police and hope for some resolution?

It just didn't seem like that was doing anything. Sheriff's Department were on it. Longshore is a competent detective, but it seems like the caseload is so huge.

Time passes.

I wouldn't say level of interest because I think he was always interested in it. But the level of priority just didn't seem to be there. And then it only goes on so long until you finally say, Gee, enough is enough. We got to do something. And then through that, through a counselor, we were referred to Rex.

That would be R. Rex Paris, big-time civil attorney, local legend, powerful man.

It was suggested by a friend that Rex might be a good person to go talk to on this. So We made an appointment, and by gosh, we went in to talk to him.

Hoping he could do what? Pull some strings?

Try to help us sort this thing out or see if he had any ideas. And so he thought about it for a little bit, and he agreed. He goes, Yeah, I think through the civil process, we can get you some answers.

Paris had deep pockets and a reputation for hardball tactics and multimillion dollar settlements. And he told the O'Keefe he was the man to help them get justice for Michelle. I met Mr. Paris in 2009 at his sprawling Lancaster office. He'd redone what had been a furniture mega store. Above the main entrance, four foot high letters spelled out name. Inside, everything big and sleek. There was the eternal fountain. And over there, a room holding boxes of evidence for his army of attorneys. With our rex Paris in their corner. Before the year was out, the O'Keefe's filed a wrongful death lawsuit against the city of Palmdale for the lack of security cameras and against the private All Valley Security Company hired to patrol the park and ride lot. The O'Keefe's told me there was no going back now.

We had mixed emotions. How are people going to perceive us doing this civil action? However, the more important thing was to get this thing solved.

That was your motivation? Right. Absolutely. But you were afraid that people would think that you were greedy it or something?

Some people thought we just wanted to get money for Michelle's murder.

But Paris was into the investigation now like a detective on steroids. And unlike the police, he kept in constant touch with the O'Keefe's.

They were totally involved in everything I did. I would talk to Michael O'Keefe and I'd talk to Pat. It was interesting when you'd call them, whichever one you'd call, the other one would get on the phone. I've never had a case where they were so involved in it and wanting to know every single detail.

What did Rex say that he could do for you?

He just said he could get some information. He thought he could do some depositions. He would get an investigator on it. It turned out he got a top-notch investigator on him.

That's not cheap.

No, it's not cheap.

It was very expensive.

Very expensive.

A lot of the money that we got from the lawsuit, we had to pay-Plowed back in the back.

Oh, yeah.

So it wasn't- It was paid back for that.

Now, Rex, he set up an account and everything, but everything we paid. And I went off and had a lot of personal expense on the thing.

Sure. Oh, they were all in now. Another spring had come to the high desert. Temperatures climbed into the '80s, clumps of sage bloomed around the park and ride, and the O'Keefe turned up the heat a little more. They added Raymond Jennings to their wrongful death lawsuit, and R. R. R. Paris himself would conduct the deposition. Paris came fully prepared. He had carefully studied all of Detective Longshore's interviews with Jennings. He'd gotten to know Jennings' mannerisms, his way of talking, charming guy could disarm a perfect stranger, even a suspicious detective. Paris had already invested a considerable sum of money in the Akeith investigation, and perhaps to add some pressure on the DA, he invited a special guest, a reporter from the Antelope Valley Press. The local newspaper was there while you deposed this man? Yes. How common is that?

Well, Usually doesn't happen.

Something else that usually doesn't happen? When Jennings arrived at the big office with the four-foot letters spelling Paris's name, he came alone. He did not bring a lawyer. He didn't have one. So how did you go about this?

The first process is to make him comfortable and have what you and I are doing. You engage him in a discussion, but then you also then want to break that rapport you develop and see how he is when he's angry. And so I would do that. Mr. Jennings, do you remember the night Michelle Keith was killed?

I did.

Jennings settled himself in the big mauve-colored conference room. They'd put him in a high-back boardroom chair with a potted plant behind him. A few feet away, Michelle's parents, Pat and Michael Keefe, stared intently. They had been cautioned some of the testimony would be graphic, and all of it was being videotaped by a camera crew.

You murdered Michelle O'Keefe? No, I did not murder Michelle O'Keefe. I had no contact with Michelle O'Keefe. I've never seen Michelle O'Keefe.

Jennings just swotted that one away. But then Paris brought up that polygraph, the one Jennings had submitted to before his cognitive interview. Why did you clock the lie detector test then?

I have no idea why I felt it. I don't even know if a true lie detector was admitted to him. I have no idea.

And so it went on for hours. Paris probing, deconstructing, trying to unravel Jennings' story.

I'm not your scapegoat. The real killer is out there someplace, and I'm not the one.

The lawyer might have advised Jennings not to rise to the bait, not to say the things he said. But of course, he didn't have a lawyer.

You're being a smart ass, and you're being a smart ass back, too.

Jennings seemed brash, even cocky.

You ask a crazy question, I give you a crazy ass.

In many he respects, it was an unfair advantage because he didn't have an attorney. And I was able to go on for hours and hours and hours backloping them and backtracking and putting them in different spots.

You're doing a very good job. I don't want to entertain me. You're getting underneath my skin. I'm trying to stay nice and calm because I know what you want me to do is blow up in front of this camera so you can take it and use it against me. It's not going to happen, my friend. Okay?

He had nothing to gain. He had already filed for bankruptcy or was going to file for bankruptcy. There was no reason reason for him to engage in this deposition other than he was enjoying it. We're going to take a short break while we change gears. Mr. Jennings, I want you to do something really novel here today.

I want you to tell us the absolute truth That's what I'm doing for you, Mr. Paris.

And I'd like you to remember that we are talking about the death of an 18-year-old girl, and that smirk on your face makes me very angry.

You don't have to remind me. I'm sorry it makes you angry, okay?

Why don't you keep your smirk off your face?

I know. I will not. That's why my facial experience is going to stay like they are. Ask your questions. Let's get this over with so I can go. I'm not happy. I'm not happy somebody's dead.

But he was glib, incredibly glib. I remember at one point during the deposition thinking, I could walk into that courtroom and he could win without a lawyer. He's a car salesman. He was a good car salesman.

I pray every day. I said, If they're going to come and arrest me and charge me for this crime, come and do it.

And that's precisely what the investigator hired by Paris for the O'Keefe's was trying his level best to make happen.

We met with him one night out at the park and ride, and Pat asked him, How sure are you that he did this, Raymond Lee Jennings? And he looked her in the eye and he says, I am 100% certain Raymond Lee Jennings kills your daughter.

It's hardly uncommon to encounter tension in law office conference rooms. Anxiety, suppressed rage. But surely few such encounters could rival the barely contained fury in the air at the office of R. R. R. Paris.

There's a reason our conference room table is so wide that you can't be reached because depositions can be volatile things. So I had security there.

Things got very personal, very fast, said Mr. Paris.

He was able to get between them and me and get his hands around my neck and do it in a fashion. He came up behind me. I'm sitting at the table, and he sticks his hand on my neck and apologizes for getting angry earlier. But he was clearly telling me I can get to you. It was an interesting experience.

Paris thought Jennings was on the edge about to crack one gentle push, and he might confess. I don't want you getting upset.

You're not getting upset.

You're not going to get mad in front of the camera. No, why? Why would I get mad?

You're not going to threaten me or anything like that.

Why would I do that?

Did it work? It seemed to. Once Jenny's calmed down, they resumed a more civil conversation, and that's when Paris got, well, not a confession, but as that reporter listened and took notes, Paris got something he could use.

You could see clearly her neck and it looked as if there was still a slight pulse.

So you have a very clear recollection of seeing a slight pulse in her neck?

To my memory, I honestly do. I honestly do.

I'd like you to visualize that scene and tell me, did you actually see her fingers twitching?

I'm just going to go by what I remember that night, and I'm just going to answer yes.

It's like he was telling the story as if he was standing there but saying he was over here at his car.

But he knew things. He could only know if he was at the murder scene. That's correct. In other words, he knew too much.

Way too much. Way too much.

Then, as the deposition drew toward a close, Jennings told Paris that his former National Guard sergeant had been in touch with him, and the sergeant didn't like what he was hearing.

His exact words, Jennings, What the fuck is going on? He said, I just had people leave here, and they wanted to see pretty much everything that you've ever done here and what records you had and so forth. There's a lawyer out here who's actually got a wild hair up his ass for him, and he's actually pinned this murder on me. And I guess he's going to go through the extreme to see that I'm put away for it. My exact words to him.

And who is this lawyer with a wild hair up his ass that wants to pin this murder?

That would be me, Mr. Beck. That would be me. I don't know what I've to you my previous life, but you seem to have a little hair up there for me. So I don't know why. But it's affecting my family and it's affecting me, just by the reports that have been in the papers.

Sure enough, all that became a lead story in the Antelope Valley Press the very next day, written by that reporter, the one Paris invited to the deposition.

I remember on the front page of one of the newspaper, there was a caption underneath Jennings, and it was lies, lies, and Lies. And so things started to heat up.

After that, Mike and Pat O'Keefe were 100% sure Jennings was the man who murdered their daughter. Crazy thing was, he lived just a mile away from them in Palmdale.

And he would just come in and buy milk or diapers or whatever because he had four or five kids. So I would see him at the grocery store a couple of times.

Paris settled a civil lawsuit against Palmdale, and the family received a substantial payment, and the claims against Jennings and all Valley security were dropped. But maybe the deposition had accomplished exactly what Rex Paris set out to do. Detective Longshore certainly thought so. Based on what Jennings said in that deposition, Longshore wrote up a case and submitted it to LA County Deputy district Attorney Robert Fultz. I was convinced this guy did it. Who took a good look and declined no prosecution. But I saw that there were some serious problems with the physical evidence in the case. Just wasn't any. Right. And so I thought, Well, let's wait on this one. We've got other ones more urgent at this point. The O'Keefe were crushed but not beaten. No way.

As long as there's breath in my lungs, we aren't going to give up until till this thing is resolved.

But they were running out of options. R. R. X. Paris, Detective Longshore, they'd done all they could do. And then a new sheriff came to town. Make that a retired Sheriff's Deputy named Jim Jeffra. One day in the dead of winter, he reached out and touched the 6-foot high polished wooden cross the O'Keefe had erected the park and ride in Michelle's memory. I said, You know, Michelle, you're going to have to help me here. I'm going to need some help. I may call upon you. Well, who knows? Maybe she was listening. Next on the Girl and the Blue Mustang.

Sometimes a fresh pair of eyes can maybe spot something that looks a little different.

It seemed like it had bogged down, and it had bogged down around one person, and that was Raymond Lee Jennings. I was going to do what I could do to prove that he didn't kill this girl. And And if we could get past that, then we could move forward and go after the person that did kill her. The Girl in the Blue Mustang is a production of Dateline and NBC News. Scott Frazier is a producer. Brian Drew, David Varga, and John Foster are audio editors. Thomas Kemmen is assistant audio editor. Keanu Reid is Associate producer. Adam Gorfane is co-executive producer. Liz Cole is executive producer. And David Corvo is senior executive producer. From NBC News Audio, Bryson Barnes is technical director. Sound mixing by Bob Mallory. Nina Bisbano is associate producer.