Glendene Grant - Jessie's Mom - Writings

[LadyBlue]

Jessie was living with her fiance Peter Todd in his $750,000 house at 1009 Cornerstone Place, North Las Vegas, Nevada. It is a very nice house - my bff (best friend forever) Brenda Rose and I went to Las Vegas in October 2006 and went out to the house in our rental car (*NOTE: next blog/story: Story about Mark Fraser . . . and Brenda & I getting lost on our way to the house in North Las Vegas in October 2006 - is about us getting lost on our way there) and when I met Jessie's dad Dwight Foster in Las Vegas in January 2007 we also went to the house. Both times we plastered posters all over the place outside (front, back & garage doors, telephone poles) and knocked on doors for blocks around the house handing them out, telling them about their missing neighbour. WOW - was Peter mad. The first time he called me at our hotel the next day and told me he saw all these posters and I said, "Of course Peter...don't you want everyone to know Jessie is missing?" As always, he did not anwser (Peter does not answer me when he does not want to give a WRONG or BAD answer).

So I am telling you first hand, it is a very nice house - 3 floors...pool in the back yard. Jessie used to call us and tell us she was sunbathing in the backyard and she always sounded happy. When Brenda and I were there we went into the neighbour's house for tea and talked to them and their grown children. They remember Jessie very well. Told us how she always had a huge smile on her face and would wave and them when she drove by. They also told us that they knew Peter Todd was a pimp and his ex-wife Trish VanArsdale was a prostitute but they did not think Jessie was, she was simply too sweet & kind (yes, that is my daughter). But sadly, he had been putting Jessie to work. He was her pimp and many people told me she was afraid of him, had seen bruises on her put there by him and she was also afraid of Trish. Both Jessie & Peter told me about this - and that Jessie would not open the door if she was home alone in case she was on the other side and one time she was screaming, yelling & swearing on the other side of the door...she was so scared she called home.

Jessie did love that house and no wonder. She grew up in Kamloops, BC in the same house from the age of 3 when I moved here from her birthplace, Calgary, AB and she lived here (we still live here) until she was in Grade 11 & 16-years-old and moved back to Calgary to live with her dad and stepmom Tracy. Our house is modest and that is probably exaggerating...put it this way. It is home and I have a magnet on my fridge that says, "This house is protected by a thin layer of dust" - LOL. We did not have a pool or 3 floors. It is a very old house, remodelled after we moved in. We added 2 more bedrooms, one of them downstairs. We had a trampoline in the backyard for 17 years, but like I said, no pool.

Peter blinded her with bling. He took her to places where they sat next to, or walked next to the likes of Justin Timberlake and Cameron Diaz (when they dated). She would call me, all star struck...MOM, GUESS WHO I JUST SAW!!!

I miss her so much. She had shoes worth her old month's salary in Canada. Peter would simply spoil her. We never knew why (he obviously needed her to be dressed nice), or that she was being abused & hospitalized and forced to work at an escort agency. I have talked to the manager of the agency, she cried when she heard my voice and gave me condolences as she (and the other girls who worked there) believes Jessie is dead due to the extreme battery she lived with. I believe Jessie is alive and I think she has a bit more hope that she may be after talking to me for over an hour. This woman gave her her home phone number to call her if I ever needed to. I will contact her when we find Jessie.

Jessie would call me often with stories of a fight they just had and sometimes even called me during a fight!! Seriously...I got a call at about 3am (Jessie often called me at that time as she knew I was just getting up for work then and because I always give myself extra time in the morning I had time to talk) and at first all I heard was yelling! Then Jessie got on, totally freaked out. Telling me that Peter had just kicked her in the head. I told him to put him on and tried with all my being to get him to get her to move back to Canada, to come home to me. He would downplay the fight...actually telling me he kicked her in the head "by accident"! I have never kicked anyone, or been kicked, in the head "accidently". Right after that fight Jessie left Peter and went to California with her friend Brooke (another POI in Jessie's case). She was gone only a few days, went back to him and by the end of that month, March of 2006, she was missing.

I tried to contact Peter Todd as soon as we realized Jessie was missing (within the first day and by 2 days we knew something was terribly wrong). For several days there was just voicemail...I also tried calling Jessie's friend Yvonne Hubrechtsen (AKA: Angel) but all I ever got was her voicemail. This was too weird, so I eventually tried call blocking my number, so they did not know who it was, and LOW AND BEHOLD, first Peter answered, then right after Yvonne answered. GO FIGURE - they did not know it was a Canadian phone number with a "250" area code and they answered. I was actually shocked, because I did not suspect anything...UNTIL RIGHT THEN.
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[LadyBlue]

My daughter Jessie Foster was born and raised in Canada. In the spring of 2005 when she was just 20 years old, Jessie was lured to the USA under the guise of an all expense paid trip to Ft. Lauderdale & the Keys, Florida with a so-called friend of hers she knew since high school in Calgary, AB. This man, Donald Vaz has some bad family history (we found out after Jessie went missing), he has his own criminal background but his older brother, Lima’s record is worse. He has been in prison for forcing a 15-year-old girl into prostitution and another time for chasing a prostitute down the street and beating her – thankfully some citizens came to her rescue.

She came home from that trip after a few days and everything seemed okay. She showed us pictures of a fabulous time – parasailing, boating, and jumping on a trampoline in the Atlantic Ocean. I actually thought that I had overreacted to her going there, AFTER she came back and it looked innocent enough.

Then she got another call a few weeks later, same person - asking her to go to Manhattan, New York and Atlantic City, New Jersey. I was very opposed to it, but she was old enough to make her own decisions, and she went.

She got into a fight with Donald Vaz in Manhattan about his losing all his money and wanting her to prostitute for him to get enough to get them home. She was very upset and called me in Kamloops, BC and she also called her father in Calgary, AB. We both advised her to go take the next flight home. She ended up on a flight to Las Vegas, NV – we do not know how it happened, but she called us from Las Vegas on May 13, 2005 to say she was there with a friend – we do not know who. She also said since her 21st birthday was in exactly 2 weeks, she was planning on staying there to celebrate it in Las Vegas – just as many young Canadian people do – they go to Vegas on their 21st birthday because they are now old enough to gamble and drink there. I was not happy about it, but again, she was not a child – she is my child, but she was graduated from high school and had lived on her own for some time.

Then after her birthday I asked her when she was coming home and now she said she was in a car accident. That a taxi had run a red light and now she was getting an insurance settlement. I was very upset and told her. She said she was fine and not to worry. I told her I was very worried, I said if something ever happened to you, if you ever went missing, I would not know where to start looking for you. She gave me her friend Yvonne (nickname Angel) Hubrechtsen’s phone number (we got her last name later on). By the time I needed to call that number because my daughter really did go missing, Yvonne denied knowing Jessie; she actually denied being Yvonne & Angel.

Then she told me she men a guy, Peter Todd. That he was nice and very rich. She told us all his parents owned several McDonald’s restaurant chains and he and his twin brother James got $5,000 each a month from them. This turned out to be untrue. Peter Todd is a pimp and his brother, on record, works for the Las Vegas school board, something that has forever bothered me. I was told he also used to work for the California school board. After Jessie went missing I had her cell phone bills and I started calling the numbers. There was one to Peter’s dad in early March . . . Jessie went missing March 29, 2006. So I called this number and he said he was Peter & James’ father. I asked if he knew his son Peter had a fiancé who was a missing person. He said no. I told him a few things and hung up. Next think I know I am getting calls, first from James then from Peter asking me how I had the nerve to call their father. I asked them how they had the nerve to not tell him about Jessie. They both lived in the same house as her and they never told their parents when she went missing? That is suspect, in my opinion.

Sorry, I am jumping ahead. Jessie then told me she was moving in with this guy. That he lived in a house in a new suburb of North Las Vegas and it was worth nearly a million dollars! She was in love, she said. I was horrified that my daughter was not going to come back. I thought she would marry, have children and stay in the USA. I was sad – and a bit mad, after all, she had now been there for over a month and she had 2 jobs in Kamloops that were wondering where she was.

Before we know it, she told us her and Peter were engaged. Even though he was not divorced from Trish VanArsdale, who hated Jessie very, very much – she even threatened Jessie many times, even cutting her hand with a knife once. Jessie told me when she was home by herself she never answered the door in case it was her.

Then near the end of November 2005 Jessie told us she was coming home for a visit. She was going to be here for her sister’s 19th birthday on December 8th and stay for Christmas on the 25th. She came first to Kamloops then she got her car, which was and still is parked in my backyard and drove to Calgary, AB to visit her dad, stepmom and stepsister. She came back shortly after that as she was planning on spending Christmas back here in Kamloops.

During the time that Jessie was in Canada, whether in Kamloops or Calgary, she was on the phone with Peter a lot. They argued all the time. Yelling, screaming and swearing – sometimes I would get on the phone and tell Peter to stop calling and I would tell Jessie to stop calling him. Even when Jessie was still in Las Vegas and she would phone me, sometimes it would be to tell me all the awesome things that they have done but lots of times it was during one of their many fights. I even told Peter to send Jessie home, many times I did. And I told Jessie to get home, but they always seemed to ‘work it out’. Little did I or any of us know, but Peter beat Jessie all the time.

So we were very surprised when Jessie got up Christmas morning, opened gifts with us and just when we were talking about going to my 84-year-old dad’s home for dinner, Jessie told us she was leaving that day. She had to be on a plane to Las Vegas at 3PM that day. We were heartbroken, but we had no choice. We drove her there and that was the last time I ever saw my daughter Jessie with my own two eyes. She disappeared 3 months later.

Jessie kept in constant touch with her family in the last 3 months before she went missing. She kept in touch the entire time, but every day after Christmas. We talked about everything, She was pregnant, but lost the baby – likely due to beatings. We talked about her dentist appointment. She called on everyone’s birthdays. Then it stopped.

On March 28, 2005 she spoke with her older sister many times as they planned a trip to Calgary for their stepsister’s wedding reception. They were going to meet in Kamloops, get her car and drive together to their dad’s in Calgary. We even got her proof of insurance; she paid for the month of April for car insurance. I got the card mailed to my house. But on the 29th we never heard back from Jessie. Since then her credit cards, bank card, passport or even a WestJet airline credit was never used. It was like she fell off the face of the earth.
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