He came unannounced. He didn’t tell me. I was unaware that he was coming or had plans even to come. At 3:28, he comes through the door. I was sleep. And to my knowledge, Trey was sleep. So, we sleepy. It’s 3:00 in the morning. I wake up to shots.

What started as a young woman’s attempt to clear her name in a murder case would incriminate her even more. Twenty-year-old Tyrie Richardson was shot sixteen times after walking into what he thought was his home. But when his baby mother decided to tell her side of the story on social media, she may have talked herself into an indictment.

Her name is Autumn Anderson, and her own words may have sealed her fate.

“I’ve seen some comments like, ‘How do you sleep through sixteen shots?’ I hopped out to the first one. Trey is literally sitting up in the bed shooting in the door frame, and I see Tyrese’s silhouette in the door frame. I thought that Trey was going to think like he was there off the strength of me. And so I jump up and I run out of the room. When I’m running out of the room, Tyrie is literally falling into the room as he’s being shot.”

He was shot sixteen times.

The way Autumn described watching her child’s father get gunned down felt cold and emotionless. No tears, no trembling voice, no visible trauma. Just facts delivered like a weather report. After Terrence Kenneth Yansy, the shooter, was convicted and sentenced to eighteen years for voluntary manslaughter, this case seemed to have closed.

But Autumn’s decision to go public with her story did something unexpected. It made people question whether the real mastermind walked free.

“But at the end of the day, if Tyreek would have known who was in that house, he wouldn’t have put himself in that situation. And he was in that situation because of his love of what he thought was genuine. And genuine wasn’t nothing but a fraud, a fake, and a phony.”

Materialistic.

Let’s go back to the beginning, because this story has layers that run deeper than anyone initially understood. Tyrie Tashan Richardson was born on April 26th, 2002 into what many would call the perfect family. His parents, Lindsay and Roger Richardson, had been married for twenty-five years. They raised four children together in a home built on love, structure, and unwavering support. Tyrie wasn’t just their son. He was their heart.

By age twenty, Tyrie had already accomplished more than most. He was a rising rapper who went by FSO Gunk with several successful albums under his belt. But music was just one passion. Tyrie was also a businessman who owned a food truck called Despot 301 and ran a successful dog breeding operation.

Ambitious. Driven. Family oriented. These were the traits that defined Tyrie Richardson. But they were also the traits that would ultimately lead to his downfall, because Tyrie believed in fighting for the people he loved, even when they didn’t want to be saved.

During his high school years, Tyrie met Autumn Anderson. She was young, beautiful, and seemingly shared his vision of building something meaningful together. They fell for each other hard, creating what appeared to be a love story destined for happiness. Autumn often claimed she loved him, especially when times were good between them, but their relationship was built on shaky ground from the very beginning.

April 26th, 2020. Tyrese’s eighteenth birthday. What should have been a celebration nearly became his funeral. After a night of partying, someone tried to ambush him as he returned home. Multiple gunshots rang out in the quiet Crofton neighborhood, but somehow Tyrie managed to escape with his life.

The incident left more questions than answers. Nobody knew Tyrese’s exact location that night, except for two people: his girlfriend Autumn and one close friend. So, how did someone show up out of nowhere, armed and ready to kill? Tyrie grew suspicious of Autumn, but at the time, he chose to let it go. Love, it seems, can make you blind to even the most obvious red flags.

Autumn later described how she had gone all out to make his birthday special. “So, April 26th was Tyrese’s birthday. And for Tyrese’s birthday, I had got somebody to come in, do an at-home massage for him. I had cooked brunch. I had went out. I had got him gifts. We had went out to dinner with his family, and then we went to the club.”

Perfect girlfriend behavior, right? But the questionable part is that none of Tyrese’s friends showed up to his birthday celebration. Not one. His best friend, Boog, who lived with them, was mysteriously absent the entire day. It was as if people who knew Tyrie best sensed something was wrong.

When they returned from the club that night, Autumn continued her account. “So, when he pulls into the parking spot, he put the car in park. He started rolling up a Jay. He never was going into the house. He never was like leaving us in the car or nothing like that. He was getting out to hit his Jay. He went to the back of the car, like on the trunk, leaned against the trunk, and was about to hit his Jay. Now, mind you, I’m still talking to her. Now, when I’m facing the backseat of the car, I could clearly see him out of the window. And when he sits back to hit his Jay, it was like almost immediately, like he just took off. Like I just seen a fast motion past the car. And I just seen another fast motion past the car.”

Someone knew exactly where Tyrie would be and when he’d be vulnerable. The setup was too precise, too calculated to be random. Yet somehow, Tyrie survived that night.

The first hinge landed as the birthday ambush was revealed: “On his eighteenth birthday, someone tried to kill Tyrie Richardson. He survived. Two years later, he wouldn’t be so lucky. The same girlfriend, the same secret boyfriend, the same deadly triangle. The first attempt was a warning. The second was an execution.”

But surviving the first attempt only made Tyrie more determined to figure out who wanted him dead. And that investigation would lead him down a path that connected directly to the woman sleeping beside him.

In the weeks following the birthday ambush, disturbing details emerged. Through social media and street intelligence, Tyrie discovered that the person who had tried to kill him was connected to someone very close to home. The friend who lived with them, Boog, had been dropped off at a library near their neighborhood by someone with direct ties to Tyrese’s would-be assassin. The same friend who was conveniently absent during Tyrese’s entire birthday celebration.

“Mind you, he’s lived with us ever since we moved in. And so that’s why I felt the need to come on here and really be very thorough about what happened to the full extent, whether it make me look good or bad. Like, Tyrie definitely was looking at my friend. Yes, he was looking at her because she was the only person with us that night.”

While she admits Tyrie suspected her friend of setting him up, she fails to mention one crucial detail that would later become the centerpiece of everything that followed. During this same period, Autumn was already involved with another man—a man named Terrence Kenneth Yansy, who went by Trey. And according to Autumn herself, this relationship had been building for months.

The stage was set for a deadly love triangle. Tyrie fighting to save his family and relationship. Trey falling for a woman who belonged to another man. And Autumn playing both sides while appearing to choose neither.

Fast forward two years. Autumn gets pregnant, and despite all the red flags, all the suspicion, all the near-death experiences, Tyrie tries harder than ever to make their relationship work. He wants to be a family. He wants to give his son the stable, loving home he grew up in. But Autumn had other plans.

Was this all an elaborate setup from the very beginning? And if Autumn was willing to orchestrate one attempt on Tyrese’s life, what would stop her from trying again?

By 2021, Autumn was pregnant with Tyrese’s child. What should have been a joyous time became the most turbulent period of their relationship. Autumn admits that getting pregnant sealed the deal for her living arrangements. But it also sealed something else: the beginning of the end.

During her pregnancy, their relationship became increasingly volatile. Autumn discovered that Tyrie was involved with other women, and her response was to lean further into her connection with Trey. But she wasn’t just emotionally checking out. She was actively building a relationship with another man while carrying Tyrese’s child.

The duplicity ran both ways. While Autumn was secretly building her future with Trey, Tyrie was fighting desperately to hold on to what he thought they had. He supported her dreams, paying for her cosmetic surgery procedures, buying her cars, and providing everything she needed—all while she was planning her exit strategy.

March 2022 brought their relationship to a breaking point. COVID had shut down Autumn’s beauty business, forcing her to rely entirely on Tyrie for financial support. She was living in his house, eating his food, driving cars he paid for, all while maintaining her relationship with his rival.

The recorded conversation that follows reveals the true depth of their dysfunction. Tyrie, desperate and broken, pours out his heart in what would become one of the most haunting pieces of evidence in this entire case.

“You should allow me to work the show for my child. For you for all the sh— I dragged you through for the last four years. I honestly feel as if our next six months is going to be so great of our relationship that you will be able to just forget about everything that’s happened in the past. I just really think you would see a greater change. I don’t like when you tell me it’s no more because I really got—I really do care.”

“Think that this can work. Don’t keep cutting me off. I really do think that this can work. I know we can work it out. I want to do this sh— with you. Without my home. Without you being on my own. Without you being here, it sucks. It’s empty. Yesterday, I was in my room all day. I can’t keep doing this sh—. I can’t keep living like this. I don’t want to be with nobody else. I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what to say. I can just tell you I’m sorry because I literally done a lot of sh— that’s weighed this relationship down. I done a lot of sh— that can make you hate me. I done a lot of sh— that make you look the other way when I could be saying something right. But I just want you to open your mind up just to see everything. Me losing a house. Me being with my child every day. A bunch of sh—. Like, I don’t want to lose my love with you. I don’t want to have to restore all that sh—. Then we come back to each other and we work it out and then we have to do all that again. I don’t want to have to do that. I don’t want to stop baby steps again. I’m just asking you to try. Any sign of me cheating, any sign of me doing anything wrong, you can leave. You can go right out the door.”

“That’s what you don’t understand. Is I don’t want to work it out. In order to work it out—”

“No way. Wait, let me finish.”

“I know you don’t want to. I already understand you don’t want to work it out, and I know why. Because it takes me this long to try to put it together, but that’s not the way I want to go.”

“So, can I talk?”

“Yes.”

“In order to work something out, both people have to want it.”

“Yes.”

“And I don’t—”

“So I’m telling you how this is going to go. I just don’t think we should be like this, baby. Trying to run a show, and I just think you should just give me an opportunity to fix our relationship. I’m so down on this sh—. I’m so mentally broken. I really want to fix my home, bro.”

“You’re so mentally broken.”

“I’ve been through a lot of sh—. You been through a lot, too. I’m not knocking that, bro. And at the end of the day, you went through sh— when it was most trial when you were having a baby. I was a terrible boyfriend. I was never there. I was absent. I wanted to smoke a Jay more than worried about my family and making sure y’all straight. Was worried about getting stimulation of my sh— like that. I’m not worried about it. Honestly, I have a clear head. Honestly think about putting my family ahead. I’m honestly thinking about still being able to stand. So if emergencies come, if you crash your car, sh— happen, be able to put us back on our feet like that. That’s man sh—. I don’t want to lose you. Bro, I’m not even going to think about losing you because that sh— is hard for me to endure, bro. Definitely the day before Christmas. I keep telling you never had a Christmas with you, bro. I just want to just try to spend time with you at least. Try to enjoy my life with you while I can. I only had one life. We already had kids. We already started a family. Let’s get this sh— right while we can before it’s too late. It’s not too late, baby. Because we’re right here talking. It’s not too late. We’re right here talking. It’s not too late. We still there together. It’s not too late. Why? Because I’m right here.”

“Okay. And I’m asking you to just love me again, babe. I’m just asking you to—please. I’m just asking you to love me again. I’m just asking—”

“You’re not moving. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want you to do all that. I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I want you to just see positivity out of the situation.”

“It’s no positivity.”

“It is positivity. You’re making it negative. If I’m telling you, babe, I’m fine. I’m still seeing positivity. You’re the one who’s painting a negative on this situation. You not understand. You laughing at me, bro.”

“It’s negative.”

“It’s not because I’m right here. I’m trying to work this sh— out. I’m right here trying to work this sh— out. I’m right here trying to—”

“You trying to work this out and a week ago, you punched me in my face.”

“And I’ve done it. I told you. I’ve done it.”

Tyrie had been physically abusive. He had punched Autumn in the face just one week before this recording. He had choked her, dragged her from the bed, and yet here he was begging her to stay. But the conversation revealed something else equally disturbing: Autumn’s complete emotional detachment. While Tyrie poured out his heart, admitting his failures and begging for another chance, her responses were cold, calculated, and dismissive. This was a toxic cycle of abuse, manipulation, and emotional warfare that was building towards something catastrophic.

“Babe, but you got to understand. I’m out of town for four days. I’ll come back home. I have—”

“Well, numbers on your phone. You’re on the phone. While I’m in the kitchen, you’re in the living room.”

“I was not on the phone with no sh— while you was in the kitchen. And I was in the living room. I swear to God. I swear to God, I was not on the phone with no sh— in the living room while you was in the kitchen. I would never do no sh— like that. I wouldn’t even call no sh— in my house with you right here. That’s so disrespectful. You might have thought I was on the phone with—I wasn’t.”

“Well, besides—”

“I wasn’t on the phone with sh—. I’m telling you, I wasn’t on the phone with a sh— in the living room with you right here. I wouldn’t even do that.”

“So maybe I just miss her. But—”

“Maybe you miss her. Like I said, I wouldn’t do no sh— like that. That’s beyond disrespectful. I would be super mad if you did some sh— like that to me. I wouldn’t do no sh— like that. That’s not even—that’s drawing a line. The disrespect is—”

“Right. I’ve done a lot of disrespectful—”

“Both of us. And I feel like why would you want to be with somebody like that?”

“Because I understand that I played a role in why all this is this way. Babe, I love you. You’re beautiful to me. I love you from the bottom of my heart. When you get your body done, you’re going to be a one-of-one. I’m going to still continue to love you. I’ve still loved you the whole time we were together. I’ve told myself that I can’t—”

“Why do you think that’s love?”

“Because I can always still pull you close to me regardless of how—”

“Because I’ve always just been accessible to you. And now I’m—”

“And I think that you should just be grown enough to say, ‘Let’s just make these last months count.’ Now seeing that—and it just makes me so mad because now it took me this long to take the initiative to make this sh— work. Babe, I don’t want to lose my relationship. You got power with your smart ass to hold on to everything. Please get off your phone.”

“I don’t see what the problem is. I don’t see what the problem is. I’m not taking anything from you. I don’t care about that sh—. I want to do it because of the sh— I put you through. But I want you to understand we have a child we had to raise for eighteen years. Co-parenting sucks. I don’t give a sh— who tells you that. He’s missing two perspectives every single day. He’s missing two perspectives every single day. And in order for him to be a man—”

“Are you a man? You had both parents. Are you a man? Do you think you’re a man?”

“I think I’m a man. I think you think you’re a man?”

“Yes. And I feel as if I definitely don’t show characteristics of a man all the time. And I did up sh— that I do that present me to be—but I am a man. I stand on all ten. I never folded on my family. I always been there. Anything financially wise, I never folded. I’ve been there, bro. You can’t say I ain’t. I stand on my ten, bro. I give you that I don’t even want to do. I still do it because that’s man—like paying for your last class. I wanted to spend all my money in LA. Said, ‘I’mma look out for her. I’mma help her.’ Boom. Next time want to spend all my money in LA. I’mma pay for the surgery. I’mma help her out. I’mma help her deal with her bills. Help her do it or—”

“So listen. Other than other than materialistic things, what do you offer in this relationship? Other than materialistic things.”

“So that support.”

“Yes.”

“So cheating on me my whole pregnancy. That’s support.”

“Babe, you can’t bring up from three years ago.”

“So punching me in my face seven days ago, that’s wrong.”

“That’s wrong. That’s wrong. That’s wrong. You’re right. That’s the type of conversation I want to have though. So I can improve. So I can fix myself. So I can just—”

“Build. You think that this doesn’t help me, but this really does help me.”

“This relationship literally drives you crazy.”

“I don’t think it drives me crazy. I love the relationship so much. It drives me crazy when I lose it.”

“But you feel like you the one that lost it.”

“I did. I admit I lost it. I played a role in us losing the relationship.”

The irony was staggering. While Tyrie was denying phone calls with other women, Autumn was literally living a double life with another man. She was accusing him of disrespect while she was being intimate with Trey, planning a future with Trey, and using Tyrese’s money to prepare for that future. But perhaps the most revealing part of this entire conversation was what Autumn didn’t say. She never once mentioned that she had been seeing someone else. She never admitted to her own infidelity. Instead, she let Tyrie grovel, beg, and blame himself for everything wrong in their relationship.

The second hinge landed as Tyrie begged for another chance: “He punched her. He choked her. He cheated on her. He admitted all of it. And yet, he was the one on his knees, begging her to stay. That’s not love. That’s addiction. And she knew it. She used it. And then she used his money to pay for the surgeries that would make her more attractive to the man she was planning to leave him for. Tyrie wasn’t just fighting for his family. He was fighting a ghost. And the ghost was winning.”

By June 2022, their son Cody had been born. But instead of bringing them together, the child became another source of conflict. Tyrie was a devoted father who wanted to be present in his son’s life every day. Autumn, however, had different plans. She moved out of their shared home and went to live with her mother. But she didn’t cut ties completely. She kept Tyrie on the hook, allowing him to visit, to spend time with Cody, to believe that reconciliation was still possible.

Meanwhile, her relationship with Trey was intensifying. They were spending nights together, making plans, and building the foundation for what she saw as her real future. Tyrie was the past. Trey was her future. And Cody was the bridge between both worlds.

The week leading up to June 13th, 2022 was particularly volatile. Tyrie had been calling, texting, and trying to see Cody. Autumn was giving him mixed signals—sometimes warm and accommodating, other times cold and dismissive. On June 12th, the night before the shooting, Autumn and Trey had been drinking and spending intimate time together at her mother’s house. According to Autumn’s own account, they went upstairs around 2:50 a.m. and laid down in bed together.

At 3:28 a.m., everything changed. Tyrie Richardson used his door code—the same code he’d always had—to enter what he still considered his family’s home. It was actually her mother’s house. He took off his shoes before walking upstairs, a sign that he intended to stay, to sleep, to be present for his son in the morning.

What he found instead was the woman he loved in bed with another man.

What happened next would be debated in courtrooms, argued in social media comments, and analyzed by forensic experts. But one thing was undeniable. By 3:32 a.m., Tyrie Richardson was dead. Shot sixteen times, with most of the bullets hitting him in the back.

But was this self-defense, or was this the final act of an elaborate plan that began two years earlier on Tyrese’s birthday?

According to Autumn’s account, she and Trey were asleep when Tyrie arrived. But the forensic evidence tells a different story. The autopsy revealed that Tyrie was shot while lying on the bed, not standing in a doorway as Autumn initially claimed. Multiple bullets struck him in the back, suggesting he wasn’t facing his attacker when the shooting began. Sixteen shots in a house with other family members sleeping nearby, in a neighborhood where children lived. The excessive nature of the shooting raised immediate red flags for investigators.

At 3:32 a.m., emergency services received a frantic 911 call. But it wasn’t Autumn who made that call. It was her sister.

“Okay. I need somebody now.”

“How old is he?”

“Is he awake? Hey, keep breathing.”

“Okay, just clarify. Is he breathing?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“No. Okay. Are you—”

“Are you right by him now?”

“No. As far as possible.”

“If you listened carefully to that call,” the host said, “you would hear that while paramedics were desperately trying to save Tyrese’s life, you can hear Autumn calling for the family dog.”

“Come on, baby. Come on.”

Her priorities in that moment would become a source of outrage for Tyrese’s family and the public who would later hear this recording. A man—the father of her child—was dying in front of her, and she was concerned about finding a pet.

Terrence Kenneth Yansy fled the scene immediately after the shooting, but he didn’t get far. A massive manhunt ensued, and within twenty-four hours, he was captured, hiding in a wooded area in Dunkirk, Maryland. The prosecution offered him a plea deal: three to eight years in prison. It was an insult to Tyrese’s family, but they prepared for the possibility that justice might be limited.

Then something unexpected happened. Terrence turned down the plea deal. Why would someone facing murder charges reject such a lenient offer? Terrence genuinely believed he had done nothing wrong. In his mind, he was protecting Autumn from a dangerous ex-boyfriend. He felt justified in emptying his clip into an unarmed man. This decision to go to trial would prove to be a crucial mistake, not just for Terrence, but potentially for Autumn as well.

During the trial, disturbing details emerged. The forensic evidence contradicted the initial narrative of self-defense. Bullet trajectories showed that at least some of the shots were fired downward, indicating that Terrence stood over Tyrie as he lay wounded or dying. But perhaps most damaging was testimony from other witnesses. The homeowner testified that Tyrie lived there, contradicting later claims that he was an unwelcome intruder. Phone records showed ongoing communication between Tyrie and Autumn right up until the night of the shooting.

The jury convicted Terrence Kenneth Yansy of voluntary manslaughter and multiple firearms violations. He was sentenced to eighteen years in prison. Justice, it seemed, had been served.

But for Tyrese’s family, this was just the beginning of their fight.

The third hinge landed as Terrence refused the plea deal: “He could have taken three to eight years. He would have been out before he turned thirty. But Terrence Kenneth Yansy believed he was the good guy. He believed he was protecting his woman. He didn’t realize he was the weapon, not the warrior. And Autumn? She let him believe it. She let him go to trial. She let him get eighteen years. And she walked free.”

After his passing, the family of Tyrie had gone on his Instagram and posted a phone conversation between them and Autumn’s mother.

“Cody is family, which makes y’all family. We have to be family. And at the end of the day, if we just think about what Tyrie wants, that’s all that matters. It’s not about me. Not one of this.”

“Well, see, Roger, you also got to know what you dealing with in front of you. You know, that was like—they all just—they could fight, fistfight, literally, and then be mad at each other for a week, but they’re brothers. That’s what brothers do.”

“But that’s how—”

“Yeah. But at the end of the day, Cody can’t—we know Cody loves. He love us. He love y’all. He love everybody. He’s blessed enough to have a family. But I just wanted to give the backstory because I’ve been telling—like, have Autumn call me. Like, I want to talk to her. She needs to understand a—mess.”

“I bet she is.”

“She tried to talk to my mom, and we’re all just—everybody’s just trying to be there for her, but it’s like she’s not—you talk to her and in the middle of it, she’ll just stop and start crying. I do want to say this because it’s like—I was getting a lot of messages to my phone, and I got screenshots unsolicited. I didn’t ask for people just sending them. I seen something my posted, and it’s just like if anybody thinks that I have any control over a twenty-year-old—”

“But, you know what? I’m not even mad at her about that because at the end of the day, we all human and they young. And I can go back to when I was in my relationship twenty years ago. I’m forty-five. We’ve been married for twenty-three years. We weren’t perfect either. So nobody’s perfect. But sometimes you have to find that—it’s just unfortunate that it ended the way that it did. And I know from my son’s side—”

“Yeah.”

“I know from my son’s side, he would have—if he knew what he was walking into, he would not have walked into that situation the way that he did. And that could have been a bad situation for the other person.”

“He might have—”

“Right. And so, unfortunately that person, they have to now deal with that for the rest of their life. But I did want her to understand that what I was initially told reflected my reaction. But as I’ve been—and I’ve been working closely with the detectives—like, they have been saying, they have been confirming, and they have been, you know, ‘Well, this is what happened.’ And at the end of the day, it can’t bring Tyrie back. So I can’t really fester on it. But what I can do is I can’t allow our family to be broken over what should have happened. Like everybody makes their own decisions, and I don’t—and I think as I told you in the message when you said to Roger, ‘This is Tyrese’s mom, I don’t do social media. Just call me’ because I know that things can be—”

“I thought you were saying like—I thought you were like, ‘I’m not—’”

“Right. But I know that’s the lifestyle that he chose. Just like I didn’t expect that—”

“Just being in love, like—”

“He died for his heart. But at the end of the day, he wouldn’t have had it no other way because that is who he wanted. He didn’t care under no circumstances. So I can accept some of that. And like I said, all I have to do—all we have to do—she’ll deal and have to heal in her own process. But I wanted her to go forward understanding like what our family’s position was. I’m not mad at her. I’m not judging her if that’s what she chose to do. Like, that’s on her. Like, I can’t fight Tyreek’s battles because I know Tyreek wouldn’t have felt that way.”

“He didn’t feel that way. This boy, Trey, from my understanding, has been around. They’ve been back and forth. So he still—they still would go back. That’s what young people do. It’s just so crazy, man.”

“And so—”

“But I just want you to let her family know—like, we had no idea about the thing she was doing. Like, we had no idea. We had no control. And even my brother—we were on FaceTime with—we were on FaceTime with my brother last night, and he was going in and he was saying all this sh— to her, and I had to text him. I said I had to text him. I said, ‘You need to calm down a little bit. You’re just being a little too harsh.’ But I said, ‘You’re saying some real ass sh— though, and she needed to hear it.’ But at the end of the day, it’s just like—you know, people saying how people respond. Y’all weren’t there. So y’all not really getting the story one hundred percent. Even police didn’t give y’all one hundred percent story. And that’s very clear based off what Zoe just said to me, that the police just kind of gave y’all like an in-between-the-lines kind of thing. So yeah, FaceTime with them the whole time. So if you have any questions, Autumn is not in a position to talk. She wants to be quiet.”

“No, I don’t understand. But I want—so I want to just say this, and I want you to relay a message. Autumn has always been like my daughter through Tyrie and her ups and downs. I have never ever got into any of the situational problems. I’ve known about everything. The other guy, I got to actually—he killed him. I know. I know about all of that. And I have never, as a parent, been the type that even took sides or anything like that. But with that being said, I want you to understand what happened yesterday because Autumn probably doesn’t even know because she was so—I’m a parent, and I put myself—you have three children. So put yourself in my shoes.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing. And as I arrive on the scene, they tell me my son is in there, which I already confirmed. They didn’t have to say he was deceased. That confirmed he was deceased. And so I’m asking questions like, ‘Well, who did it?’ And it was like, ‘Well, her new boyfriend.’ And so my reaction is based off of that because I’m like, ‘Well, was he set up like—’”

“That’s what Zoe just said. That’s why—”

“And I’m like, ‘Was he set up? New boyfriend.’”

“Stay with me. She was—JC said was such a mess that he had to take the phone and call 911 herself because JC was like, ‘I know that when you call 911, they will hang up with you.’ So JC was like, ‘I’ll call 911.’ She said Tyree opened his eyes one time and closed them immediately. And it was just like he was gone ever since then. And she was just like—the first phone call made, Autumn said the first phone call she made was you. And she was just so shook. Like, even JC was—I feel like everybody was on a high for like the first I want to say maybe ten to twelve hours. But later in that day, JC was traumatized. She text me and because I was like, ‘We’re all on FaceTime. Come join.’ And she was like, ‘I can’t. I cannot get this image out of my mind. I can’t talk to Autumn right now.’”

“And she was like, ‘Honestly, when she called you, when you got there, she ran out, was on the ground with you.’ And she just was like—she didn’t get a chance to explain anything.”

“She didn’t because they separated us. But at the first separation, that was what they said.”

“Yeah. But the thing is, it’s unfortunate because—this my sister and I love her, and I would never say anything to make her feel guilty. But she should not have had him in my mom’s house. And I can’t tell you how many times my mom has argued with her because she felt like ever since she moved in, she was just disrespecting her house. She was like, ‘I come home, you don’t clean. Y’all got these stalls in here.’”

“And I was even asking Tyrie. I said, ‘Oh, the mother allowed it.’ She was like, ‘Yeah, she cool.’ Because I’m thinking, ‘Okay.’ Like, I know she’s grown. To be passive—”

“She didn’t agree with it. But it’s like she’s to a point where she just don’t want to be part of her kids no more. And so she don’t always speak up like the way she used to.”

“Because I sure as hell would. Because I know what I would allow.”

“She did not—”

“Yeah, she didn’t mess with the girls there. And let me tell you something, my mom cried to me because she was just like—”

The fourth hinge landed as Lindsay Richardson spoke: “Two years after burying her son, Lindsay Richardson went on Instagram. She didn’t rant. She didn’t scream. She spoke. She told the truth. And the truth was this: her son walked into that house with a code, not a crowbar. He took off his shoes. He was going to bed. He was going to be a father in the morning. Instead, he took sixteen bullets. Most of them in the back. And the woman he loved watched. And then she looked for her dog.”

Today, Tyrie Richardson rests in peace, but his case remains very much alive. His parents continue to fight for what they believe is complete justice. Their grandson Cody grows up without his father, caught between two families with very different versions of the truth.

“That’s daddy.”

“Yes.”

“Who’s that right there?”

“Who’s that?”

“That’s how—”

Autumn Anderson walks free, raising the child she shares with the man she may have helped set up for death. But her freedom may be temporary. Investigators are building a case, and her own words may be the evidence that finally brings her to justice.

Terrence Kenneth Yansy serves his sentence, but legal experts suggest he might be willing to cooperate with authorities if it means reducing his time behind bars. The truth, as it often does, remains somewhere in the shadows.

The fifth and final hinge landed as Lindsay Richardson ended her statement: “She said she doesn’t wish this pain on anyone. But she wishes it on two people: the shooter and his mother. She wants them to feel what she feels every morning at 3:32 a.m. when she wakes up to the memory of her son’s last breath. That’s not revenge. That’s grief. And grief doesn’t care about court dates or plea deals. Grief just wants someone to remember. Lindsay remembers. She will never forget. And neither will anyone who heard her story.”

So, that’s it for today’s video. Stay safe out there, and I hope these stories help you recognize warning signs and encourage you to seek help or offer support before it’s too late. I’ll see you in the next episode of Crime of Passion. Thank you for watching.