Bloody News Anchor LOCKED UP for Mom's Brutal Murder

There's no way to make sense of what happened that morning. Angie killed the one woman that loved her unconditionally. The woman you see in the orange jumpsuit described by her own family as demonic. Now sits in a cell, a convicted killer, a shocking downfall for who she once was. Richard Dexas is behind bars this morning after being caught on camera, stealing her neighbor's Christmas lights. A former news anchor just learned her fate for the brutal murder of her own mom. We'll take you inside the courtroom and what happened when she was given the chance to speak. We're on the case presented by law and crime. I'm Chris Stewart. Even now that her case has come to an end, I still have a lot of questions about Angie Mock, this former news anchor who had a terrible downfall from the life that she once lived. After her arrest at one point, she was found incompetent to stand trial, but then months later that changed and then she pleaded guilty to the murder of her mom. Here's Mock in court yesterday for her sentencing. In August, she pleaded guilty to stabbing her mom to death inside her home in Wichita, Kansas. Her mom's name was Anita Avers. Here's her picture with her daughter that was taken in 2019. Now, Avers appeared to be a huge fan of her daughters when she was an anchor on the local news. This is a picture that Avers had on her Facebook page, but it was on the day of Halloween last year that Mock was arrested for stabbing her mom to death. She stabbed her several times and she made some disturbing statements when police got unseen like her mom was spewing venom from her mouth. Mock also had some serious mental health issues. She had a mental health diagnosis, which we'll talk about in just a pit and we have video from her sentencing, which we'll show you here in just a moment as well. And that includes some harsh words from members of her own family. But I do want to get you caught up to speed on how we got to this point. That's the call that came into the Wichita Police Department on October 31st of last year. And when they got to the home on Crowley Street, they found Anita Avers. Police say she had been stabbed multiple times in her bed and she lost her life. The woman who had allegedly called 911 was covered in blood. And that was Anita's daughter, Angela Mock. And welcome Angie Mock. You go on. And so excited to be here. And I look forward to you know, connecting with you guys out there in St. Louis. Now, it's hard to fathom, frankly, that the person who we see in court today, was the same person who people saw on the news years ago. She was known as Angie Mock on television. And she worked in cities like St. Louis. This is video per Fox two news in St. Louis. That's still public on their YouTube page from 2011, introducing her as a member of their news team. We found Angie Mock's LinkedIn. She worked in local news for more than a decade, which can be an absolute grind of a job. Her career started in November of 2002. She was a sports reporter in Lincoln, Nebraska, worked her way up through cities like Rochester, Minnesota, Missoula, Montana, and Oklahoma city. And then she made it to the biggest place that she worked, which was St. Louis. I mean, it really appears that she was someone in the business. And I can tell you from firsthand experience, it is hard. It takes a lot of sacrifice. And it appears that Mock really paid her dues. She worked in St. Louis from 2011 to 2015. And then after that, according to Relington, she switched into software sales. And it's not uncommon for people to leave the news business, especially when you work mornings and just terrible hours. Now, it's unclear though, what happened in recent years? How did she go from being on such a successful path in broadcasting in her career to then being the person who we've seen in court so many times accused of a terrible crime? Now Angie Mock's mom Anita Avers was a clinical therapist in what you talk. She worked with people who had issues of mental health. Now, on October 31st, there was a witness who said that Mock came up to them outside of her home and she had blood on her hands. And the neighbor described Mock is acting scared. I want you to listen to what dispatchers said. Quote, she had to stab the mother to save herself. It's a bizarre and concerning statement that was heard over police dispatch audio. Both Mock and her mom were taken to the hospital. Police say that Mock had cuts on her hands. There were defensive wounds. Angie Mock didn't have a criminal history. Now, we have an affidavit in the case and it states that when police arrived that Mock was outside, they located a, quote, white female standing outside bleeding, holding a towel. When police went inside, that's when they found Angie Mock's mom and she was, quote, lying on the bed with multiple sad wounds to her face and torso. Police saying, next to quote Anita on the bed, officer McCray, located multiple kitchen-style knives and a cheese grater laid out on a pillow. When police asked Angie Mock what happened and whether her mom was hurt, Mock allegedly said, quote, her face eyes. And then she made a gesture to her torso area. An officer then asked what happened. And Angela and Mock said that she went to her mother's room to talk to her. And she saw her sharpening knives. Her mom then came after her with a knife. She said and fought her. Now, Angie Mock says she was stronger. So she pushed her mom back and her mom then said, quote, I know you're bleeping Jesus Christ. So she backed away. Her mother followed her. So she went around her, grabbed a knife and got on top of her. Angela and said that her mom started, quote, spewing venom at me out of her bleeping mouth. So she had to stab her to save herself. Now, clearly, these are bizarre statements for someone to make. And that kind of leads to some of the mental health issues that Angie Mock was diagnosed with. Angie also said that she went into the bedroom to talk to her mom because she had an upcoming job interview at a TV station in Wichita. She then said that her mom was sharpening knives and was jealous of her. And she didn't want her to get the job. She then said that her mom chased her around the house. And Angie needed to kill her mom because she wasn't going to stop. Please say when Angela was then read her rights, she said she understood, but didn't want to talk anymore. Now, police charged Angie Mock with first degree murder. And this is the 47 year old former news anchors mug shot. Now, this is a case that had several twists as it worked its way through the legal system. Doctors evaluated Angie Mock and in January of this year, a couple months after the murder, they found her incompetence to stand trial. Then it came to light that Angie had some serious issues of mental health. She had been diagnosed with skits of frenia. Mock's case was quiet for months, but then in July, there was this other twist. She was found competent to stand trial for the murder of her mom. This is the order that came down on July 30. In August, she pleaded guilty to that charge of first degree murder. And this is the document that laid out her acknowledging her rights, where she enters the plea. You can look at line two. It reads, I know of no reason why my mental competence should be questioned. I have not taken any drugs or medications during the past 48 hours, except Abilify, Lithium, and then there are two additional mental health medications. Any such drugs or medications do not affect my ability to understand my rights or the consequences of this plea. Now, Abilify is a drug that is used to treat serious mental health issues like skits of frenia, and then Lithium can be used to treat some serious depression. The acknowledgement does list that you have some medications that you were taking. Do any of those medications affect your ability to understand what you're doing? Now, here's what Mox said at her plea hearing in August. Line six reads, quote, I understand from discussion with my attorneys that I am pleading to the following crimes which have the following range of penalties. However, by waving your right to a jury trial today, the only portion of your case that you'll be able to appeal will be your silence. Do you understand? Now, that gets us to this week when Angie Mox was sentenced prosecutors. We're asking for her to get 25 years to life in prison. Here's Mox entering court yesterday, you can hear her shackles as she made her way to the defense attorney. On August 21st of this year, this Mox appeared before the Johnson and Interplay of guilty to 1 count first degree felony murder. At the time, Judge Johnson accepted plea on pronouncements Mox guilty of that fence based on her plea. Judge Johnson over a precinct is investigation before we prepared a precinct is investigation before has been prepared. Does Ms. Mox have any objection to the precinct is investigation before? Now sir, we reviewed that with her last week. She did not object the information that is in that. Ms. Mox, you've had an opportunity to review the PSI. You have no problems with it. Very good. There were multiple victim impact statements from people who were close to not just Anita Avers, but Angie Mox. The first person to speak was Angie's step sister. I am the stepdaughter of Anita Bradley Avers, who was viciously murdered by the convicted offender, Angela Angie Mox, my step sister. Anita came into my life in my early adult years. She was a bright, compassionate, loving woman that wanted to make every moment a moment of beauty. She was intentionally focused on the emotional needs of everyone in our family. I knew her to be generous with her time and incredibly devoted to her children, grandchildren, and above all to my father, her husband. I admired the love that Anita demonstrated. The home she and my dad made was full of laughter and game playing when we were all together. It was full of quiet, peaceful moments when it was just the two of them. There used to be so much joy in my heart because of her. Shock, disbelief, horror, trauma, struck us all last Halloween. The person I knew was gentle, kind Angie. Did not just murder her mom. She ambushed Anita while Anita was in bed, asleep. This was so out of character for the Angie we thought we knew. So devastating, so calculated, so demonic. My husband and I helped dad clean up the mess the next day. I scrubbed blood off the floors, walls and curtains. My husband and a friend of the family removed the mattress and a bedroom carpet. By God's grace, we were able to remove the ugliness of the act to give dad his house back. However, there's nothing that can bring back the home that it was. Anita, who gave everything, home and comfort to her. What's worse is that Anita had defensive wounds to her arms. She went to her death knowing that it was her daughter that slaughtered her. Anita didn't deserve this. Now my children don't have their grandmother to love on them to be a part of their lives. My husband and I have lost the mandatory hugs and the privilege of Anita's confidence and sense of humor. While I've tried to help pick up the pieces and help my father mourn his loss, the relationships with my steps and links have been irreparably broken by their detachment and disregard for the wonderful person Anita was at home and in her career. I'm deeply saddened for my loss of family. I am devastated by my dad's loss of his one true love. I am deeply concerned that Angela has something within her and enough force to carry out such an evil heinous act of hate and anger. Angela needs to be kept away from the public for life. For all the love and forgiveness that Anita showed, she still expected people to be held accountable for their actions. Her children were no exception. I hope that Angela gets the medical help she needs in prison. I don't trust that she has the ability or the self-control to do it on her own. I never want to have her to have an opportunity to do this again to anyone. I pray the court and the Department of Corrections deal with her accordingly. Mock looked down during the victim impact statements. She had a tissue in her hand. You could tell that she was emotional. Her step sister then read a statement written by her mom's sister. My sister was Anita Bradley Avers. My sister mattered to many people. She mattered to her husband, his children and grandchildren, her extended family, friends and clients. She mattered to me. Anita was vibrant, funny and loving. She was my sister, my friend and my confidant. There's a hole in my heart where she once lived. I've had to relearn how to breathe, stand upright, and move through a world that no longer holds her. She had more to do, more to live, more to share. I needed to spend more time with her. I have still so much to share with her, tell her, ask her. Where do I put all this within me? She was stolen from all of us, and there is no ransom to be paid to have her back. Should my niece one day stand before a parole board, I will not be alive to attend and remind those present of the immeasurable loss we've experienced. To tell them of the special being Anita was. To explain how I have had to live with a part of my heart ripped from me, never to be mended. I respectfully want this court to know that her absence is keenly felt by all who loved her. I want this court to understand that my sister, my heart, my friend, and my confidant, no longer lives because another human being decided she had no further value. I respectfully want this court in the permanent record of these proceedings to know that Anita Bradley-Avers mattered to many people. Then Mox's sister spoke about everything that was taken from her and her family. I lost an aunt who I looked up to since I was a child. To me, she had once represented what a successful, strong, independent woman could be. Now, I believe she should never see daylight again. She took my grandmother from me whom I will never get to see, speak to, or hold again. What was done to my grandma was so severe that I was denied even the most basic part of losing someone I loved, the chance to see her one last time and say goodbye. There are so many things that seemed ordinary before that I would give anything to have back now. I lost a version of myself who took that innocence for granted. I lost the joy in one of my favorite holidays. There will be no more dressing up or carving jackalanners or handing out candy. How do you celebrate the worst day of your life? One minute, I'm completing in a costume contest and the next none of it matters. Walking around the store this time of year and seeing all the decor just reminds me of that day. It reminds me of having to turn the kids away at her porch because I was standing in a literal house of horrors. Of the Halloween party that I was supposed to have with my friends, but which turned into a night of screaming, crying, and a shocking expression of grief on the pumpkins we had collected, my friends couldn't help me. In the first couple of months after she died, I lost 20 pounds because I could barely keep food down. People would tell me, "You look great. Keep doing whatever you're doing." And I would have to listen to those words knowing that I was not healthy. I was grieving so badly that I was essentially starving. Meanwhile, I was craving the sugar-covered strawberries she had specially made for me or one of her cast rolls, knowing I would never taste them again. For months, when I thought about her house, all I could see was her blood scattered throughout it. I could not sit at the table. I could not walk barefoot across the floor. A place that should have held memories of family, food, laughter, and safety became a place I could barely stand to be in. There are still certain kitchen tools I cannot use because I know what they were used for. Just looking at them or thinking about them makes my stomach turn. I will never hear her harmonize with my grandpa while they sing happy birthday at every new year. There will be no more cards that she carefully picked out and filled with thoughtful words. No more standing in the kitchen having deep conversations while she cooks. No more meals made with the kind of love that you don't realize is irreplaceable until the person making them as gone. And then there are the nightmares. Sometimes my grandma is there. I get to see her face. I get to hear her voice. For a moment she feels close enough that I almost have her back and then I wake up and realize that none of it was real. Other times, I dream that her murderer has been released and that my grandpa or I will be next. Even now I cannot look through my grandma's belongings think too deeply about her or even write these words without crying. Because eventually my mind goes back to her final moments. I think about the fear, the agony and the betrayal she must have experienced and the fact that it was caused by her own daughter. I feel like I was robbed of the ability to simply grieve my grandma. I wish my grief could just be missing her. Instead, my grief is tangled together with images and thoughts I never wanted. I cannot separate losing her from what was done to her. I wish that when I thought about her house, I remembered sitting at her table instead of seeing her blood. I wish kitchen tools were just kitchen tools. I wish I could dream about her and wake up grateful that I got to see her again instead of waking up terrified, confused or devastated. I wish this basket around my neck wasn't the only way I could keep her close to my heart or that watching Gilmore girls wasn't the only way I could feel her next to me. I wish that when I thought about the end of her life, I could think about someone holding her hand and telling her that she was loved. I am angry about everything that was stolen from her. I get so angry with God. My grandma was one of the most faithful people I knew and I struggled to understand how someone with that much faith could have been allowed to leave this world in such a horrific way. She deserved more birthdays and holidays to make her cheesecake at Thanksgiving string our popcorn garland around the Christmas tree and set the table with our designated stockings strategically placed in our assigned spots. She deserved more games of hand and foot, more conversations in the kitchen, more opportunities to tell her favorite stories and make us laugh, give advice, send cards, cook for us and tell us she loved us. She deserved to see the people she loved grow and change. She deserved to be at my wedding. She deserved to hear about the things I have not even accomplished yet. There are moments when something happens in my life and for just a second, I think about telling her. Then reality catches up with me and I remember that there will never be another phone call, another conversation, another hug or another chance to tell her something. That realization does not happen once. It happens over and over again. I have never been a particularly touchy person but I would give anything for one more hug from my grandma. One more game of hand and foot, one more card, one more conversation in the kitchen, one more time. chance to hear her voice and know that when I walk away, she will still be there. I want to sit at her table. I want to eat her food. I want another card with her handwriting in it. I want to hear her sing with my grandpa. I want to play one more game with her. I want to see her smirk with her arm stretch wide right before she pulls me in for a knowing embrace. She will not be at my wedding. She will not be there for another holiday. She will not get to see the things I accomplish in the future, and I will never again get to hear her tell me that she is proud of me. I will never be able to call her when I need the kind of advice that somehow only she could give without making me feel judged. She knew me. She understood parts of me in a way that I do not believe anyone else ever has. I did not simply lose someone I loved. I lost one of the people who made me feel completely known and understood and there was no real goodbye. Instead of having my grandma, I have memories, nightmares, empty spaces where traditions used to be and ashes in the ground. Then came Angie Mox's chance to say something. With the shake of her head, Mox declined to say anything at all. The judge then issued the former news anchor her sentence. The primary offense is count one, which calls for a lifetime imprisonment sentence with requirement that the defendant served 25 years before she is eligible for parole. It also carries lifetime parole. The sentence is mandated by statute. The Supreme Court says that I have to, this is a mandatory sentence. I have no discretion to go higher or lower. So the sentence imposed as the follows. I count one, the court sentences, you live imprisonment. You will have to serve 25 years before you are eligible for parole for controlling term of life imprisonment. Per the plea agreement, I am ordering the sentence to be served consecutive to any of the case, although the PSI does reflect their prior convictions. She is not eligible for good time, is that right? Right. So there is no good time that your eligible form is mocked, but you will receive credit for the time that you served up to this point. The judge mentioned that Angie Mock could file an appeal if she wishes. Then her defense attorney stood up and said that Mock has no intention of appealing this case. Okay, Ms. Mock. So I have indicated that you have a right to appeal your sentence if you wish your counsel is indicated that it is your desire at this point not to take an appeal. Is that right? Yes. Okay, just understand that that is the last communication that you have given to your attorneys. So if you don't tell them otherwise, they are not going to file a notice of appeal on your behalf. That means if you should change your mind, you need to let them know, get a hold of them, communicate that with them, and you have 14 days to make that decision. And with that, Angie Mock, this former news anchor, was taken away. We could hear her crying as she was walked out of the courtroom, which is a sad end to a terrible, terrible case of family violence. Angie Mock will be in her 70s when she becomes eligible for parole. That will do it for on the case presented by Law and Crime. I'm Chris Stewart. We'll see you next time.