Transcript of Denise Didn't Come Home | 6. A Word That Starts With C

Christine Heron was 15 years old in the spring of 1993 when she disappeared. And in over 30 years, there has been no trace of her.

I did know before the night was over, she was dead, though.

A story of murder and heartbreak and investigative error. He was 90% sure he was going to be convicted. From CBC Podcasts, I'm David Riddgen, and this is Someone Knows Something Season 9, The Christine Heron Case. Available now.

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Hello, Richard. You don't know me. I am Karen. I was told that you gave a confession for the murder of my sister, Denise Velasca.

In April of 2018, Karen Velasca wrote the first of what would be many emails to Richard Cottingham. Cottingham had confessed to the murder of Karen's sister, Denise.

I read your confession, which frankly was lacking some important details. Maybe you don't feel like you owe me anything, but from my heart, I'm just asking for the straight-up truth in regards to your role in her disappearance and death. Can you help me? If you did kill Denise, maybe this will be a good chance for you to put something right. I've searched for answers to what happened to Denise every day of my life for almost five decades. This girl, Denise, was at the heart of my whole world. Anything you can tell me is greatly appreciated. Please write back. Karen.

I just wanted to tell you how brave it was of you to even just email him in the first place.

I don't know if I'm brave or stupid. I can't come this far and just drop it. I got two emails from him today, and I'm just really blown away. Hello, Karen. I am sorry and apologize for taking so long to get back to you. To be truthful, I didn't know what to say to you or how to say it. I do feel the hurt and pain that you have suffered through all these years of not knowing what really happened to your sister. I can't undo the past I wish I could. I, too, have to live with the pain I have caused to so many people. Less than a minute left, so I will begin to close. I will write again, and then it just cut off. What do you think of that?

We're talking about a guy who is the master of deception.

I know. He's a bad guy, but he's rather harmless at the moment. And he is the one that has answers, believable or not. I'm It's finally like cutting out all the middle people between me and the truth. I just need to discern for myself what has happened here. When I'm done talking to Richard, I want to be done with the a use of case. I want to be done doing all this stuff.

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They're saying this guy confessed, but there's not going to be any charges. There's not going to be any media.

Can you explain to me how you killed her?

It's hazy. I would almost definitely say that I strangled her.

Some details were lost to him. This was really far from a home run, Slam Dunk. I had been stalked that night. And when I read the confession, that wasn't a part of this story at all. The only two people that know what happened that night is Denise and Richard. If I really want to know what happened that night, I should just ask him.

Chapter 6, A Word That Starts with C.

Richard Thank you for being willing to talk to me. I'm just trying to get some of these stories I've been told straightened out.

Karen spent months writing to Richard Cottingham through the prison email system. The following are excerpts of their correspondence read by actors.

Believe it or not, if someone can just tell me what the hell happened to my sister that night, I would be able to move on from this nightmare that never ends.

Cottingham was a slow typer, and he only had 20 minutes at a time to send his emails, so his responses were often short.

Hi, Karen. I've been thinking about that night so long ago. It's surreal. It never happened or I imagined it all. There are things that I've I've gotten about and really can't recall, but there are other things that are really vivid, like they happened yesterday.

Rich, can you tell me about the vivid things? Where you contacted Denise and just anything you remember, I would be so grateful. Anything about her.

Karen, I think that you would be interested to know that I remember talking to Denise quite extensively for well over four hours. And believe it or not, she did not appear to me to be scared or frightened. The longer we talked, the calmer she got. She even laughed at times with something stupid I said. She appeared to me to be intelligent, yet at the same time a little bit naive as to what was I don't know what to say to you, except that I'm so, so sorry for her as well as to you. I'm out of time, so I'm going to close for now. I hope I'm not bringing up bad memories for you. Rich.

Rich, please don't worry about bringing up bad memories. I am able and ready to face this. I want to know what happened to Denise. Thank you for doing this for me. Have a peaceful night and write when you can.

As they continued to write back and forth, Karen kept trying to steer Cottingham towards his memories of the night of the murder. But after a month of correspondence, Cottingham had offered her nothing.

How exactly did you kill Denise, and where did the killing take place? Maybe this will help if I just keep it short with the specific questions.

Karen, I think by now you must have sensed my reluctance to talk specifically about that question in your last email to me. That is not because I believe you don't deserve that from me. It's because I'm reluctant to put anything specifically about that down on the paper. So while your sister's case is solved for now. Shit, out of time.

I will continue tomorrow. Cottingham's time would often run out mid-sentence, and Karen was left to wonder if he was really running out of time or dodging her questions.

Richard To be straight with you, it's hard for me to sort out whether you really killed Denise or whether you are confessing to these crimes in exchange for favors or both. I really pray my words don't upset you. Keep writing if you can. Karen.

Karen, let me be as clear as I can be to you. I did not talk to the prosecutors for over 25 years. I never had nor still do not seek publicity. I get very in return for talking to them or helping them solve crimes. I get a day out of jail and a few good meals. I will not lie to you ever. But truthfully, I don't know what will convince you of what it is you're seeking. Rich.

So what do you feel like doing today? Do you want to talk to me about your correspondence with Richard?

I'm really wanting to share these emails with you because it's really intense for me right now with Richard writing to me. More than any time since this has happened, I feel like I've really been fucked back to that night. When he says the things that he says and remembers the things that he remembers, I see it like it's crazy. I'm going to get there with him. I'm really going to try to construct my next letters to get to what I need to hear.

There was one moment from the night of Denise's murder that Karen needed Cottingham to remember. The moment where he might have stalked her in a blue car.

Rich, I think I may have seen you that night, and you may have seen me. I was standing at a bus stop. If it was you, you turned around twice to pass by me while staring at me intently. Do you remember anything like that? If not, I understand it was a long time ago.

Karen, I specifically don't remember the fact of maybe seeing you, but it's entirely possible. My normal activity would be to cruise around sometimes for hours. And since when I met Denise, it was already late. It is possible, but I don't specifically remember that.

Rich, what car did you drive? Year, make, model, and color?

Most of my cars were Chevies. I did drive one Buick and a Dodge Charger.

Karen jumped on the internet. She looked at old Chevies, then a Dodge Charger. None of them looked like the car she saw. But then she found a picture of a late '60s Buick sedan.

You mentioned a Buick. If you remember what color the Buick was, let me know.

I believe that the Buick I was driving around that time was light blue.

Once he said the name of that car, and I went and looked at it, it That was it. That was it. That's it. That was really startling for me. He has identified the car, and he's identified clearly that that is something he did often. That was his MO. That's what he did.

Do you think that you saw Richard the night that Denise died? Do you think that person in the car was Richard?

I know it was, no. I absolutely know it was him. There's no doubt in my mind anymore. I can actually even see his face now through that car window, and it's him.

I remember just sitting there stunned that after everything Karen and I had been through, going through all her theories, she'd finally come to terms with who killed her sister. Her lifelong journey had suddenly come to an end. And then I thought about Karen's theory about Max, Denise's ex-boyfriend, how sure she was that Max had killed Denise.

The part of the story that we talked about with Max, the things that I put together there really did add up. It's easier for me to think that these people that I know did this than it is for me to think about this evil incarnate He, wounding son of a bitch got a hold of her. He killed so many people that day. He killed my mother, too, and my father, and all my sisters. He killed them. They were never the same. And me, a part of me, why did he come in our path that night? He hit and run us like a freight train. I could never accept it. And really, that's a big message for me is that I do need to accept it. It really has been hitting me that I don't have to search for her murderer anymore. I can just remember her and accept the fact that she's gone, she's dead.

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This whole thing is so messed up for everybody involved. He's the person that I've been looking for for all these years.

After Karen accepted that Richard Cottingham had killed her sister Denise, she was left to reckon with what that meant and what was next.

I've been put on a long road to get to him. It's like the promised land, like 40 years in the desert thing. And it wasn't just so I could say, Hey, fuck you for killing my sister. And me carrying around this hatred in my heart, it's no good for me. It's no good for anyone.

Karen had experienced so much tragedy in her life. I just hoped there wouldn't be any more. But right around then, her 37-year-old stepson, Wyatt, was hiking in the Colorado Mountains and died unexpectedly of a heart attack. Karen shut down. She even stopped talking to me. But there was one person she did talk to about Wyatt's death, Cottingham. Karen read me the emails he sent her.

I'm deeply saddened about the news about Wyatt and by what you must be going through. I can't pretend to know God's plan for all of us, but I truly believe that your family has suffered enough for one lifetime. I will pray for Wyatt, for you, for your family every day. I feel your pain, Karen, and I wish I could do something to ease it. Take all the time you need and take good care, Richie. I thought that was really nice. This is crazy, Anthony. I really do care about Richard. I'm really not sure when or where it happened, but I actually care about him as a human being. I should hate him. I should wish him dead. And I'm not... I don't feel that at all. It's surprising for me, too. I really think that I've been sent to him to forgive him. That's the hard reality, but we're all going to die. We all have an appointment with the day, and we just don't know what day it is. You know what I mean? It's on me if I carry this hatred to the grave.

Hi, Rich. I was reading over some of her letters, and I want you to know that I found a certain amount of peace. Peace in knowing the truth about what happened. I don't want to let too much time go by to tell you that in my heart, I forgive you. I wanted to ask you if at any time you realized what you were doing might be wrong, and did you ever wish someone could help you? Do you think you would have gone on killing if you hadn't been caught in 1980?

Hey, Karen. Thanks for writing to me. If I didn't get arrested and taken off the street, I probably never would have stopped. I know that's sad to say, but I'm trying to be as truthful to you as I can. I was like a possessed person, controlled by a compulsion I did not recognize nor understand.

Karen felt that despite everything Cottingham had done, there was still some good in But cracks in that façade were starting to show.

As a somewhat intelligent and moral person, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I had a knack of clearing my mind afterwards and never thinking about what I had done. I know that these answers will somewhat disturb you, but with you, the truth is all I have. Rich.

I see him where he is now. That's the evil demon that he was. Crawling around the Earth, preying on people. There's nothing that he took from all of us that he can ever make amends. And as far as wanting anything to do with Richard or carrying on any further dialog with him, I'm done here. I'd rather not feed the monster.

After that, Karen stopped writing to Cottingham. She seemed to withdraw from everything. I heard from her less and less, often through short text messages. And then, that winner, she texted me, I need to talk to you. I was driving at the time, so I quickly pulled over to call her. She told me she had been to the doctor and had some bad news.

So I have adenocarcinoma stage 4 cancer, so it has spread. Like they're already shrieking the tumors that I have.

That completely knocked the wind out of me. I thought we had all the time in the world to tell this story together. Sitting in my car on the side of the road, blood pulsing in my ears, I'll never forget the rising panic of that moment when suddenly, there was no time left.

I always said, If it takes me to the rest of my life, then I'll just use up the rest of my life. I think it's a miracle that these things were brought to me now, and I think it's a travesty that I had to wait until almost the bitter end of my life. I took my whole entire life to get this done. This is almost like the culmination of my life's work.

There would be countless doctor's appointments ahead. Radiation and chemo, special diets, bedrest, oxygen tanks, and IVs. But Karen wasn't focused on any of that. She wanted to finish this project.

You know how much this matters to me, and everything I do from this point forward matters to me more than ever. I want to bring this home for so many reasons for my family. And make it into the best thing that I've ever done in my life. Truly honest and genuine and the truth. My hope is to feel a little better every day, and I'll definitely talk to you on the weekend.

Okay. I'll let you go.

Talk to you soon.

Bye-bye. Bye. Karen did not feel a little better every day. By early 2019, most of her energy had been sapped by chemotherapy. We talked less and less, and she could never talk long. Hey, how are you doing?

I just had I've pretty bad headaches all day.

Yeah.

Yeah. And I'm laid up pretty good.

Do you want to not talk?

Yeah, I just thought I probably won't be good. I can't even think. And I've lost every pound that there is to lose. I look so bad. I'm so worried about me. I need you to carry on without me for a minute and just do whatever you think is best. I trust your judgment. You got it. It's fine. And then I'm just really trying to bring myself up so that I can finish. I just want my life back.

You'll have it back. You'll have it back. I have faith. I really do.

I really pray that I will.

There was a stretch of weeks where I didn't hear from Karen at all, and that was really hard. Finally, I reached out to her family on Facebook just to check in on her. They told me that Karen was not doing well, that she was going into hospice. When I finally got Karen on the phone again, I didn't want to waste any more time. Really quickly, I wanted to offer this to you again. I will come out there if you want me to. If it's okay with you, I would be more than happy to come out there for a few days as soon as possible.

I really do need to see you and meet you, even though I'm not even the same person that started talking to you.

I know. A year ago. But no pictures. No pictures. Don't worry. No pictures of me either.

Okay, deal.

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Check one. Check one. Okay. There are some stories you end up telling over and over, and others that are really hard to tell again. This is one of them. One, two. I'm standing outside of this little white house in the quiet suburbs of Boulder, Colorado. Check one. And I'm super nervous. I'd come all the way from New Jersey. I hadn't slept. I'm struggling with the microphone and the cables. I want everything to go right. Check one, two. Because I'm about to meet Karen Falasca in person for the first time, and I know I'm about to meet her for the last time. Karen's daughter, Jamie, answers the door and leads me up to the living room, and that's where I see Karen. Hello.

It isn't the best day.

That's okay. So nice to finally meet you. How are you doing?

You know I'm doing.

Yeah?

So I was just laying in bed with oxygen, trying to...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I love you.

It's so good to see you. I love you, too.

I know I look terrible, but...

No. At least we get to see each I actually weigh about 30 pounds more than this in real life.

Usually.

Like I said, I usually weigh 30 pounds less. So you can take some of mine if you want.

In this house, we don't care about weight. It's so beautiful out here in the sun.

Wow, it is gorgeous out here, isn't it? Karen and I stood in the sun on her terrace while she smoked a cigarette, sharing a bit of silence. She told me she'd finally let it go. But as she stared out into the sunshine, part A lot of me wondered if that was really true. I mean, everything you needed, you got it.

I think so.

You told me, certainly, you said, This is my life's work. If it takes me to the end of my life to get the answer, I will do it.

Did I say that?

You said that multiple times.

I believe you.

Being ill. How do you view that?

I've definitely had some revelations on so many things. I've always believed in my heart that there's a little bit of good in everybody, that nobody is really pure evil. I mean, deep in my heart, I believed that. And it was a pretty big eye opener. I don't know what in the world happened to Richard Cottingham. There was an evil that exists within this man. Even to this day. He's very cordial and very apologetic, and he tries to comfort me by telling me she's in a better place now, as though he had been appointed to choose that for her. And I forgive him, but it's not because he deserves it. It's for my soul that I forgive him. I have to be able to forgive him. When Richard Richard was revealed and that fear was lifted for me, I was finally able to grieve for her without being terrified. I was able to just cry, able to purely mourn her and to actually bury her again. I really don't like the word closure because there really is no closure in a tragedy like this. It's It's just a word that starts with C. But there is peace, peace in my heart, peace in my soul.

Yes, I really feel that you can have peace and understanding and knowing that we're all here for a certain amount of time, and we just don't know. My faith lets me know that there's a more abundant life after this life, and that I really can't wait. I feel ecstatic over seeing my sisters again and my family, and I'm looking forward to seeing them so much. It's just going to be amazing. And I have a lot of peace around that, just a lot of peace that everything is going to be the way it was supposed to be.

Thank you again for just everything, like coming here and finally getting a chance to meet you. It's a big deal to me.

And me too. I'm just really honored to have you here. And it's like you said, I'm coming. And I was like, okay, well, he's coming then. There's probably so much I could say and so much I don't have to say. You know I love you.

You know I love you, right?

I do.

Thank you so much for everything. It's really been amazing. Absolutely. It really has.

It for sure has.

I flew back to New Jersey and kept working on our story, and I would still talk to Karen from time to time.

And I think you're going to And if I have to go, I'll be watching over. You can just know that. I promise you. I will haunt you. Good.

I need it.

I want you to stay close to my family, okay? It feels like you're in it.

Oh, I'm in it.

I really feel a kinship with you. Like, further apart in age and everything else under the sun. But you and me are a lot alike.

I know. We really are.

I really believe that you were led to me to tell this story. You were the one that was appointed to come and deal with me on this because you actually might understand more about me than many would. I have absolute faith in you. I know you'll make mistakes. I don't care about that. Thanks for calling. I love you.

I love you, too. I hope you feel good.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Okay. Okay. Bye-bye. Karen passed away on May 18th, 2019. Right away, I missed her. I missed her calling me all the time to tell me what was going on. Luckily, I had plenty of those conversations to listen to.

The thing that the deer said showed up in my backyard.

When you have as much tape as I had of Karen, it's like a time machine. You can slide backwards and forwards through a friendship.

I had a six-point book show up in my backyard. It was beautiful. I posted it online. I wrote, A dear friend of mine.

See, I don't get that here in Lina. In the months after Karen died, I wasn't listening to our conversations about Max or Cottingham or even Denise. I was listening to the moments I missed the most when we were just friends.

I know it's not funny, but- No, it's I'm trying not to laugh so I don't ruin the tape. But you know, I- Karen used to say that we were a lot of like, that we were both the people that needed to know everything, an obsessive need for the full picture.

I was happy that through her emails with Cottingham, she had finally found the piece she needed. But now Karen was gone, and as I listened back to my tapes of her, I was struck by something else. Cottingham had caused her a lifetime of hurt, of uncertainty, of regret. For 50 years, Karen carried that weight alone. She watched as that one event destroyed her family, and she blamed herself. But there was only one person responsible for all that destruction and pain. Richard Cottingham and I had unfinished business. Hello, Anthony. How are you?

Just figured I'd get this videogram out to you. If you look behind me, you will see a cell door open. That is my cell. That's where I live. This is to you and your girlfriend. You know the one I'm going to steal from you.

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