After sending Jessica Foster’s mother, Glendene Grant, the below documentation in an email regarding my 2004 Las Vegas experience with pimps and other evil people, I read on Jessie’s website Lindsey Harris was also missing under the same circumstances. When I searched Lindsey’s name, I found her on AMW’s website. I read four girls(including Jessica & Lindsey) were missing between 2003-2006. All were slender white females between 5’4” – 5’6” with blond hair & three had the middle name of Marie. This also describes me. My name is Colleen Marie Hollywood. I am 5’5″, slender, & had blond hair when I lived in Vegas for three months. The only exceptions were I was 38 & did not have a black boyfriend or pimp, but within two weeks four pimps were trying to recruit me. I also sent the documentation to America’s Most Wanted since Jessie and Lindsey were both on their television show I watch every Saturday night. I know I am lucky to be alive &/or not missing:
On Mon 10/26/09 2:59 AM , Colleen Hollywood sent:
I just watched the case regarding the disappearance of Jessie. The show I watched was on the E channel. It was called Young, Beautiful, & Vanished: 15 Most Unthinkable Crimes. I cannot help but wonder if GOD was responsible for keeping me home today due to being sick because I was suppose to take my granddaughter to a Halloween party at 3 p.m. Ironically, the show also began at 3 p.m. When I seen the blurred out picture of Peter, who was obviously black, the hair all over my body stood straight up. I immediately flashed back to August of 2004 when I was in Vegas. Within two weeks, four pimps were after me. Two were Afro-Americans by the names of Stranger and G-Money a.k.a. Greg. The third was a Dominican by the name of Donwell. The fourth I never met, but his name was Pete. At one point this guy, Michael, informed me someone by the name of Pete heard about me and wanted to meet me, but it never happened. When I seen the blurred out picture of Peter, I just got this gut feeling he was the Pete who was interested in meeting me.
Then I go to Jessie’s website to find out the only person who visited her in Vegas was named Colleen B., which eerily was my name and initials at the time I was in Vegas. My bad experiences in Vegas began in June of 2004. I thought maybe the things I knew about the people from Vegas might help with your search for Jessie. The only thing is I mostly have street names. For those I do have names on, I do not have last names. I am hoping either Jessie or Colleen may have mentioned one of the following names such as Stranger, G-Money, Donwell, Jessica, LV, Michael, Nikki, Tangerine, Skeeter, Wiggles, Darryl(Donwell’s brother-in-law), Jaz, and Bounce. I still have G-Money and Michael’s phone numbers although I do not know if they are still valid.
Like Jessie, I moved to Las Vegas alone not knowing a soul. I always had the feeling I was lucky to make it out of Vegas alive. It was confirmed after watching the segment regarding Jessie’s disappearance. In June of 2004, I left Pennsylvania driving to Las Vegas to attend The Art Institute in Henderson, Nevada located just a few miles from Vegas. In the early hours of August 19, 2004, I called police for help. I just moved out of a home owned by a man I was renting a room off of. I found out later he only rented to women. Long story short, this guy was interfering with my potential job phone calls because he wanted me financially dependent on him. The night I left his home, I was drunk for the first time in the three months of moving to Vegas. I was homeless and suicidal. I only had $400 left to my name. I told the 911 operator if they did not get me help I was going to carbon monoxide my cat and myself.
When the officer arrived, he realized I was intoxicated. I had to take a sobriety test, which I failed. He told me the local Shelter would not take me because I was intoxicated besides I was not leaving my cat. He asked me if I had any money. I told him yes. He then reserved me a room at a Motel 6 located at 5085 South Industrial Road, LV, NV, 89118. He told me he had to cuff me before putting me in the back of the police vehicle. He put me and my cat in the back seat and drove to the hotel. He then went inside and paid for my room. I still have the receipt. He then gave me the key. He left me intoxicated and alone in what turned out to be Crack, Pimp, and Prostitute Road. I cannot help but wonder if the police knew what they were doing and were part of “throwing me to the wolves”. That is why I thought it would be best to contact you instead of the police. I did not want to give them the opportunity to cover anything up. I still have the police report indicating I was a Transient with no known address. To my knowledge the police never followed up to see if I was okay. Remember, I was suicidal. While going to my room, I ran into some people partying. Within two weeks, I met all of the people I mentioned. Everything in their world happens very fast.
Somehow I found out the name of Las Vegas’ only Shelter, Shade Tree. I also found someone nice in Vegas who took care of my beloved cat until I got things in order. As soon as I mentioned G-Money, Stranger, and Donwell, they accepted me immediately. I was put on the tightly secured Domestic Violence floor located at the top of the building. A few days later I returned to the Shelter with a bag full of items a Booster(thief) left in my room as directed by G-Money. The bag contained an unopened bottle of baby oil, condoms, two packs of player cards, a belt, and a shirt with a knife stuck in the seam. When I mentioned Donwell’s name, the girl looked up at me and said, “You know Donwell? Can I call the police for you to be an informant?” I replied, “No, the police are the ones responsible for putting me into this situation.” To this very day, I still have all of these items. I called Michael informing him of what just happened. He told me they were sending me the message they were going to rape me because I was not complying with them. He went on to say people in Vegas love women like me who come there alone. He said some families never hear from them ever again because they end up burnt in the desert. I said, “Well, not this girl!” By the end of the week I left Vegas never looking back.
The following afternoon after the cop dropped me off, I rented a room for a week at The Budget Suites –Wynn located at 4205 West Tropicana, LV, NV 89103. This white girl named Jessica moved in with me to help with the rent. Yeah, right! Her boyfriend, a black pimp known as Stranger, beat the crap out of her right in front of me because she had not been in touch with him. He hunted her down like a dog. He then dragged her into her bedroom leaving shortly thereafter. She came out of the bedroom bleeding saying he just sodomized her. I knew at that moment I had to get myself out of this situation. He came back a day or so later hitting on me telling me we could make a lot of money together. I told him if I wanted to sell my ass, I did not need him to do it. He did not like what I said at all and I knew it, so I went to Darryl’s room in order to put my moving out plan into immediate action. In between moving out, Jessica and LV stole my ATM card. The bank informed me there was an attempt to withdraw $100, but it was denied because of invalid pin. A check was also stolen, but I immediately withdrew the remaining amount of money I had left in the account before the check would clear. They also went through all of my clothing, which I found hidden in the bottom drawer of the stove.
Through Jessica I met this other black guy who went by the name of G-Money. Both he and Stranger apparently had wives at home. It is just so disgusting! G-Money said he had an old vehicle, so the police don’t get suspicious of him. He also said he had to find a real job because of his lack of one and living in a real nice home did not add up. One time I called one of G-Money’s phone numbers and heard his real name, Greg. He told me Stranger was Jessica’s pimp. The first night I met him he pulled out a bag of crack as big as a brick. He bragged about how he mastered the art of cooking cocaine into rock cocaine a.k.a. crack. He said they would cook it at either his brother or brother-in-law’s home. I cannot remember which one he said. He would throw chunks of crack at me because he had a motive. He was a pimp who wanted me on the streets selling myself for sex. Of course, he never admitted to being a pimp, but I was not stupid. His goal was to get me addicted in order for his plan to work. Well, it didn’t work. He started out real nice as my “friend”. He became really annoyed with me because I was not complying with “his” plan for me. He said he wanted to hook me up with his million dollar friend, Michael, who turned out to be a rich spoiled crack head. My journey ended in some of the most well-known hotels in Las Vegas. Michael would have a few hotel rooms at a time within one Casino. He would change hotels often. He would sit in his room for hours smoking crack, watching porn, and rubbing him. He would throw $100 bills at me and I did not even sleep with him. It started with $500 then it dwindled down to $100 when he realized I had no intentions of sleeping with him. He would give his Boosters money to go steal things for him. They called him, Master. He had a tripod in his one of his hotel rooms. G-Money told me he would show me how to go to the casino’s to get paid thousands for just standing there in a dress and heels rubbing some rich guy’s back while he gambles, but this is what he introduced me to. Both G-Money and Jessica separately said to me, “You don’t know how much of a gold mine you are sitting on.”
After moving in with Darryl, one morning he left early. Later that day is when I met his brother-in-law, Donwell. He showed up at Darryl’s room to move Darryl back home with his sister. I was sleeping in the enclosed bedroom when Darryl came in telling me they were making him move back home. He said he did not want to, but had no other choice. That’s when Donwell yelled, “That’s right, honey. He is done paying your bills.” I jumped up immediately saying, “He never paid my bills. As a matter of fact, I came to his room to find him hurdled over because he did not eat in four days as a result of someone taking his money and his vehicle. I then immediately got him something to eat, so before you judge me……..” I then walked into the living room. Donwell immediately jumped up and said, Well, hello. What is your name?” He then pulled me into the bathroom pulling out a vial of crack. As we smoked he said, “So why are you wearing wedding rings?” I told him for self defense. He told me people in Vegas would drug me and cut off my finger to steal the rings. As they were leaving, Donwell looked back at me. He pointed and whispered, “I will be back for you. “ I thought, “Oh, no you won’t.” I remembered while in the bathroom telling him he had mean eyes like my husband. After they left, I immediately called G-Money to tell him what just happened. He yelled, “You met Donwell? How did you meet him?” I told him he was Darryl’s brother-in-law. He replied, “Donwell is a mean ass pimp who will beat the fuck out of you. You are lucky he didn’t from the way that you spoke to him. Get your shit together. I will pick you up within 15 minutes to get you out of there before he comes back. “Yeah, like he was any better of a person. Within a day or so, we went back to the room to find it ripped apart. Donwell must have went on a rampage when he returned and I was gone.
One night I was almost jumped by three black girls. The main one in charge was Wiggles. I was with Michael and so messed up on drugs and alcohol I could not even speak. A few days later, Wiggles knocked on my door as if nothing happened. As I looked out the window, she was smiling waiting for me to open the door. What she did not know is that I had a few broken bottles waiting for anyone who wanted or deserved some. She was one of those who deserved some. Through the window she saw me pick up a bottle. I opened the door and chased her down the hallway and steps with a broken bottle in my hand. I was yelling to her, “What’s the matter? You’re not so tough without your friends? This is how Pennsylvania deals with people like you.” I never had seen anyone run so fast in my life. I stayed in my hotel room for a few days before using my previous landlord for a free place to stay in order to set my plans in order to get the hell out of Vegas as soon as possible. As I said I was gone by the end of the week.
People in Vegas are from a different breed. They are players. They will kill you over a dime. I could not believe what I witnessed within only two weeks not to mention the landlord incident. I feel the only reason why I am alive is because I was 38 years-old at the time having much more experience with people unlike a young 21 year-old Jessie did. I just hope any of the information I have provided assists in finding out what happened to Jessie. May GOD be with you all. Jessie and your family will be in my thoughts and prayers.
Sincerely, Colleen Hollywood
p.s. – I have made some additions and typo corrections to this documentation.
— On Thu, 10/29/09, Jessies Mom – Glendene Grant wrote:
From: Jessies Mom – Glendene Grant
Subject: Re: In response to watching Jessie’s case on television
Date: Thursday, October 29, 2009, 10:07 PM
Colleen, thank you for contacting me…I appreciate that SO VERY MUCH. Opening up to me and trusting me with what happened to you is something that I know was not easy to do but I am so grateful you did.
Some of those names are familiar to me, G-Money for sure…maybe Nikki. I also know that Peter used Motel 6 sometimes. I have a friend who is looking through our files for info to coincide with what you told us.
I am so glad that you got away from this group. They are not good people and I know they may have done something to my daughter. I think that Jessie is smart, but they either tricked or drugged her to get her away and now won’t let her go. Of course, either that or they have murdered my child. We will find her one way or the other…I just hope it is soon and I hope she is alive.
Thank you for sharing….please, keep in touch with me. My personal email address is: firstname.lastname@example.org – Jessie’s mom Glendene.
REWARD: $50,000 to the person who helps us find Jessie
AMERICA’S MOST WANTED: http://www.amw.com/missing_persons/brief.cfm?id=60803
ABC NIGHTLINE: Hunting Humans on the Highways: http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=7582591
2009 TRAFFICKING IN PERSONS REPORT: http://www.state.gov/g/tip/rls/tiprpt/2009/index.htm
JESSIE’S POSTERS in 12 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=7986&id=1643822787&l=e0786b6f4b
—– Original Message —–
From: Colleen Hollywood
Sent: Thursday, October 29, 2009 10:00 PM
Subject: Re: In response to watching Jessie’s case on television
I cried when I read your email. I pray you find Jessie alive. I have a daughter and granddaughter and could not imagine what you are going through. If you need anything else from me, just let me know. My memory is pretty good, but I may have omitted a person’s name that you may have.
I did remember G-Money saying he had an old vehicle, so the police don’t get suspicious of him. He also said he had to find a real job because of his lack of one and living in a real nice home did not add up.
After sending my original email to you, I noticed on your website another girl was missing from Vegas by the name of Lindsey Harris. I googled her name and found her case was on America’s Most Wanted. I immediately sent them the information I sent to you. I have not heard from them yet, but as soon as I do I will let you know.
On Fri, 10/30/09, Glendene Grant wrote:
From: Glendene Grant
Subject: Re: In response to watching Jessie’s case on television
To: “Colleen Hollywood”
Date: Friday, October 30, 2009, 4:00 PM
Lindsay was found dead last year. Have you ever heard of Solomon Barron? He is the person who may be responsible…
If you can think of anything or have other info, please send it to me. Bless your heart for being here for me and for my Jessie, Glendene.
From: Colleen Hollywood
Subject: Re: In response to watching Jessie’s case on television
To: “Glendene Grant” Date: Saturday, October 31, 2009, 3:59 AM
I have not heard of Solomon Barron. I did see a picture of him on one of the websites. I think it was AMW. Did he have a street name? I also remembered hearing the name of Hollywood, but I never met him.
You know, it simply amazes me how sweet and phoney G-Money first appeared. He paid for a room for me for a week in order to get me away from Donwell. He was not concerned about my safety. He just did not want Donwell to steal me away from him. To them it’s a competition. When he realized I was falling for his tricks, I would find him sitting in his vehicle across the street at another hotel obviously stalking me. One time he had enough balls to stand outside his vehicle just staring up at my room. That is when I got red lipstick and wrote VEGAS SUCKS all over my window. Then I tied the belt around the curtain rod attaching the tank top that had Las Vegas written on it in gold, which as I said in my original email were both left in my room by a Booster set up by G-Money. I then torched the tank top in broad daylight. G-Money watched the entire thing from across the street. I remember him telling me at one point I could not handle the game. For security purposes until I left that room for good, I always put a huge desk in front of the door. People in Vegas are cowards. They prey on unsuspecting women.
Another time I was walking to my room when I was obviously being stalked by a strange man in his vehicle. When he finally approached me, he said, “Hey baby, do you want to go for a ride? What he did not know I was carrying a flat bar inconspicuously in a McDonald’s bag. I pulled the flat bar from the bag replying, I don’t know, do you want this flat bar upside your head?” I will never forget the look of fear on his face. He immediately drove off and I never seen him again.
I never thought I would say this, but for the first time in my life I am thanking GOD for putting me through my parent’s domestic violence as early as I can remember. I feel the violence has resulted in me attracting five abusive relationships. I was also molested by a half-sibling at 8 years-old and subjected to spousal rape by my husband. What I did not know was Chronic Post-traumatic stress was taking over my once responsible life. I was out of control. I was running from the abuse my second husband inflicted upon me. He was very capable of killing me with his bear hands and I was capable of killing him with a weapon.
Wanting you to feel no doubt about my sincerity in helping find your beloved precious daughter, Jessie, I felt it is necessary to share with you some of my published articles about my life of abuse under: http://www.divinecaroline.com/member_workspace/home. I know if I was in your situation I was be leery of everyone.
I beg the Lord to bring Jessie home safe.No parent should feel the pain you are experiencing of not knowing where their child is. I wish I had a loving caring mother such as you are. If I would have went missing in Vegas, my mother and father would have never devoted their lives to search for me. To this very day, they have never ever reached out to me admitting they are responsible for molding me into a victim of abuse in every sense of the word. They do not care about the pain their violence has cause me.In order for me to finally heal and move on letting go of all of this destructive anger, I must accept the fact my parents are too selfish to ever accept any responsibility not to mention the lack of compassion they have for their daughter. This is there problem not mine. I am beginning to find comfort in knowing GOD already knows all the awful things they have done to me. They are the ones who will have to answer for their sins against me. All I can do is not be like them by loving my daughter and granddaughter unconditionally until I take my last breath. My goal is to help every victim I possible can. These two things are my only main goals.
With much compassion and love, Colleen
The following is what I sent to AMW:
I think I may have some information that may be of assistance regarding the case of Lindsey Harris. Yesterday I watched a show on E! about another missing young girl, Jessica Foster. After sending Jessica’s mother an email outlining my 2004 Las Vegas experience with pimps and other evil people, I read on Jessica’s website that Lindsey Harris was also missing under the same circumstances. When I searched Lindsey’s name, I found her on AMW’s website. I read four girls(including Jessica and Lindsey) were missing between 2003-2006. All were slender white females between 5’4” – 5’6” with blond hair and three had the middle name of Marie. This also describes me. My name is Colleen Marie Hollywood. I am 5’5″, slender, with blond hair. The only exceptions were I was 38 and did not have a black boyfriend or pimp, but within two weeks four pimps were trying to recruit me. Two were black, one was Dominican, and the other was named Pete, who I never met. I feel the only reason why I am alive is because of my experience with evil people due to my age. I have since dyed my hair to a light brown. I will copy the email information I sent to Jessica’s mother under the below “Other Comments” section.