Peter Todd is the person who we were told, by many people, beat Jessie and forced her to work at an escort agency. Several people at this agency, including the manager, have told me personally that Jessie had bruises from Peter, and she was afraid to leave him. They also all ‘knew’, as did many people in that walk-of-life, that Jessie was beat to death by him in the house at 1009 Cornerstone Place, North Las Vegas, NV USA 89031 and buried in the Mojave Desert north of where they lived. I get calls all the time, the most recent one was just in August 2010, from a woman who knew Jessie (she knew her as Taylor) back in 2005, she said she believes Jessie is dead, that she was murdered by Peter Todd.
The police have NEVER done a proper investigation of the house they know she lived in, even though they say they have no reason to do this investigation, it makes me wonder how else you can solve a crime . . . without investigating?!?!?!? How do they know if he did it or not if they do not investigate? If they don’t rip up carpets and baseboards to look for blood drops or splatters? How does someone not even be investigated and therefore ‘wins’ by default?
I don’t know if Peter did anything or not, but I do know he told me 3 different stories about the last time he saw Jessie. Well, I have one story about the last time I saw Jessie . . . it was as she was leaving Kamloops and her family on CHRISTMAS DAY, DECEMBER 25, 2005 so she could go back to Peter and Las Vegas and the fate that she met, 3 months later – and my story has NEVER changed! How could it? The truth does not change! Our Christmas was forever changed, who do I have a different story about that.
However, regardless of what we don’t know happened, what we do know happened is this:
– Jessie was taken to the USA by Donald Vaz.
– Donald Vaz left Jessie in the company of Richard Barrington Walcott and Yvonne Hubrechtsen.
– Richard Barrington Walcott and Yvonne Hubrechtsen then left her in the company of Peter Bertrand Todd.
– Peter Todd ended up her ‘fiancé’ and it was who she was living with, and his identical twin brother, James Andrew Todd, when she vanished 10 months later, never to be seen or heard from for 4 & 1/2 years.
On March 29, 2006, JESSIE FOSTER, for all intents and purposes, COMPLETELY VANISHED!! IT IS LIKE SHE SIMPLY FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!! IT IS LIKE SHE CEASED TO EXIST!!! AND, her:
– passport was NEVER used again!
– debit card was NEVER used again!!
– cell phone was NEVER used again!!!
– credit cards were NEVER used again!!!!
– bank account was NEVER used again!!!!!
– loved ones NEVER heard from her again!!!!!!
– she does not have a known American Social Security Number!
– there has NEVER been anything on her Canadian Social Insurance Number!
If Jessie did ‘cease to exist‘, then we know, it is because someone murdered my daughter.
If Jessie is alive, (like my heart has always told me), then it is because someone did something to her to make her disappear.
I don’t know why I have to share this now, but suddenly I have something I NEED to tell you.
There is something that happened I have only told a few people about – my family, a few friends and a couple of reporters, but it has never been written about. However I am going to share now. It is a very emotional thing for me to relive, and when I do, always I cry hard, so the tears will be pouring down my cheeks and the snot will be dripping from my nose, but you know what, nothing is worse than having a missing daughter. So compared to that, this will be a piece of cake.
First of all, the last time I talked to my beautiful daughter, Jessie Foster was on March 24, 2006 when she called to see if her little sister, Jennee’s birthday present had got there and to tell me she had a dentist appointment booked for March 27, she called me twice that day. Jessie was 21 years old at that time.
Then on March 27 Jessie called her dad’s house and left her stepmom a happy birthday voice message and said that she was going to the dentist that day.
Crystal talked to Jessie several times on March 28, 2006 – I didn’t, but I had talked to Crystal.
Then on March 29, 2006 I got up for work at my usual time of 3:00AM. Because I was in the same time zone as Las Vegas, there were many times that Jessie would call me at that time to talk, she knew I always had time for her, even at 3 o’ clock in the morning. So it did not surprise me when the phone rang shortly after I got up. What did surprise me was what I heard on the other end.
The first thing I noticed was it was not Jessie cell phone – she still had her same number from Calgary, AB. It was a 7 -0 – 2, Las Vegas area code, but not a number I recognized. But I knew, before I picked it up, that it was going to be Jessie. So I said HI SWEETIE! And then I heard it – it sounded like someone was yelling into the phone. It sounded crackly, like a bad connection with lots of static and I could not understand a thing she was saying. BUT I STILL ‘KNEW’ IT WAS JESSIE, and not just because of the Las Vegas area code on my call display! I felt it was her.
It made me very nervous, because it sounded like Jessie was desperately calling for help. Like she was screaming. I was yelling back, JESSIE . . . WHAT IS WRONG? JESSIE, SWEETIE! I CAN’T HEAR YOU. WHAT IS WRONG? And the phone went dead.
I went into the other room to turn on the light and call the number from the call display back, I WAS STARTING TO PANIC. Before I could call the number, my phone rang again. It was the same 702 area code. I answered quickly and said, JESSIE, ARE YOU OK. But again, all could hear was what sounded like someone screaming. This time it was more desperate, but still not clear. I could not understand exactly what was being said, but it sounded like, “HELP . . . . ME . . . . AGGGGG . . . HELP . . .” I was seriously freaking out. I was starting to scream into the phone, JESSIE, WHAT IS WRONG? JESSIE HANG UP AND CALL THE POLICE. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. JESSIE, WHAT IS HAPPENING? And the call ended again.
I was freaking, my heart was pounding, I was starting to shake and cry. WHAT WAS HAPPENING? Was Peter beating her? I had received calls before when Jessie and Peter were fighting and I talked to both of them, I even tried many times to get Jessie to come home and to get Peter to send her home – but of course, back then, I had no way to know that Jessie was already the victim of modern-day sex slavery. She was already being beat and forced to work at an escort agency. Then the phone rang for a third time.
This time I was as panicked as I have EVER been in my entire life. I HEARD MY DAUGHTER SCREAMING FOR HER LIFE. I swear it. I still could not make out the words, but the shear panic and shrillness and the loudness of it all told me SOMETHING WAS VERY WRONG. I was screaming into the phone, JESSIE, STOP CALLING ME. CALL THE POLICE! WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT CAN I DO? CALL 9-1-1!!!!!!!!!!! Then the call ended again.
I tried to call Jessie’s cell phone from my cell phone at the same time as I tried to call the number on my call display from my home phone, but both phone just rang, and rang, and rang. I tried to call Peter’s cell phone and even Yvonne Hubrechtsen’s cell phone (hers was the only other number I had for anyone that Jessie knew in Las Vegas, because I ironically and prophetically said to Jessie when she was going to stay in Las Vegas for 2 weeks until her 21st birthday so she could celebrate there – “Jessie, you are not staying in another country unless you give me an contact number for SOMEONE there. I don’t know anyone or where you are and IF YOU GO MISSING, who will I call”. TEN MONTHS LATER MY DAUGHTER WENT MISSING) but all I got on everyone’s phone was voicemail. I left messages, but no one was calling me back. I did not know what to do, because, seriously, I was not even sure what I had just heard.
I called in to work and said I could not come in. I was a mess, there was no way I would be any use at work, and I would be just too worried. I was already worried out of my mind.
Then about 10AM my daughter Crystal called from a payphone when the Greyhound bus was at a stop . . . she was on her way home from up in Northern Alberta at the oil rig camp she was a cook at, to meet her sister Jessie in Kamloops so they could drive her car to Calgary for their stepsister’s wedding reception (Jessie’s proof of car insurance came in the mail to my house for 30 days . . . Jessie paid almost $200 for this, but she never showed up to use it). She was very upset. She said MOM, IT WAS ME. IT WAS ME CALLING NOT JESSIE. IT WAS ME CALLING FROM MY CO-WORKER’S CELL PHONE, SHE IS FROM LAS VEGAS!!!!
You see, Crystal had accidently washed her cell phone in her housecoat pocket before she left camp, so it was not working. She was on the Greyhound bus with her friend who was going to Edmonton to take a plane home to Las Vegas and she knew I would be up at 3:00AM, so she called me from a 7-0-2 area code phone number!!
Crystal told me she could hear me plain as day. She was saying over and over, “No, Mom, it is not Jessie, it is me!”, but all I heard was Jessie screaming for help.
Now, if you knew how close my daughters are to each other, and how close I am to my kids, then maybe somehow there is a way for Crystal to call me on a Las Vegas cell, just as something horrific is happening to Jessie – perhaps she was being beaten to death at that exact time and through the powers of whatever – through the heartstrings between my children and I and my children and each other, I somehow heard Jessie screaming out for me, for her Mommy as ‘someone’ snuffed out her beautiful life.
I know my heart has always told me Jessie is alive and to this day, through my tears as I type now, even with what I just told you, I can’t help it!
I just DO NOT FEEL, DEEP IN MY HEART, THAT MY CHILD IS DEAD, and whether that is the truth, and Jessie is alive and that night there were just 3 ‘bad’ connections from a Las Vegas cell area code at the exact same time Jessie sometimes called me OR, Jessie was murdered, and through the grace of the Lord, I was able to be there for he at the end, well, I just don’t know.
I do know this though. My best-friend Brenda was there for her 16-year-old (& 2 weeks – his birthday was just on July 22, 2002) son, James when he was hit by a speeding truck on August 5, 2002 . . . she held him as he died, and as tragic as that is, it is what has allowed her to go on. She KNOWS he did not suffer, she knows he went to heaven, and she was with her baby as he took his last breath. I hope, if Jessie is not alive, that I was ‘with her’ as she took her last breath. Thank you for your wonderful friendship Brenda; I don’t know what I would do without you being here for me all the time.
The next day, after Jessie never returned Crystal’s calls or my calls, her sister Katie told me she had been calling Jessie all day, and she never returned her call. I started leaving message after message and I filled up her voicemail-box. I emailed her and my emails were getting more and more frantic and pretty soon I was YELLING in them!! I went to work the next day and told one of my co-workers, I THINK MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING IN LAS VEGAS. He said, “What are you doing here then?” And I said, “I DON’T KNOW”. I left and never went back for a year and a half (then a year and a half after that, the business closed).
So, thank you ALL for letting me share this with you. I know it was probably very emotional to you, as it is to the few people I have told this to. Right now, besides the tears and snot I already mentioned, I am shaking and my head is throbbing. It is almost like I just went through that again. But you know, this time, I feel as if I got something out of telling it. Like when you go to the ‘shrink’ and pour your guts out and feel better! Or . . . when you pop that damn zit that hurts like hell . . . and when you do, the pressure comes off and the pain is relieved a bit. Eventually the zit will heal, and I pray that one day, so will my heart.
Friends, you mean so much to me. There are thousands of people who have followed Jessie’s case in the news and on the internet. Thousands of people who love Jessie like a daughter, sister & friend. The prayers for Jessie are constant – every day from everywhere around this world.
AGAIN, THANK YOU ALL . . . Sincerely, not just Jessie’s mom, but also Crystal, Katie & Jennee’s mom, and Maddie, JJ & Ili’s grandma, Glendene Grant.