Chapter 17

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Jessica's POV

Date: 11/23/15

Location: The Clinton Anderson Ranch

Time: 4:17 P.M.

We just got home and I've had a stomach ache ever since I woke up. I'm laying down on the couch, and Clinton is sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry about this whole thing." Clinton says, "I was distracted by that guy who came to check out the ranch. I didn't want to keep him waiting."

"That's okay. Did you recognize the guy? Have you seen him before?" I ask putting my hand on my stomach.

"No, he didn't look familiar. He had a blue Ford F250 that was pulling a three horse, horse trailer." He says as I remember seeing someone with just that same description of their truck and trailer. He was a friend of Andrews. More like best friend, they went to the bar together, and got drunk together, almost every night.

"What did the guy look like?" I ask thinking that the guy Clinton talked to was the same guy that was Andrews friend.

"Well, he had brown hair, blue eyes, kind of a round face, about 200 pounds maybe, about as big as me. I couldn't tell his height because he was in the truck." He says, "Why?"

"Oh my god." I say in fright.

"What?" He asks as I start to feel nauseous. I run into the bathroom and open the toilet seat. I begin to throw up. More stuff came out of me, than I ever thought I could ever put in me.

"What's wrong?" He says as I rest me arms on the toilet, and rest my head on my hands.

"That guy you saw today, is Andrews best friend." I pause shaking my head.

"Okay. And?" He asks as I've already pieced together Andrews plan.

"His name is Jerry. Jerry tried to stall you to give Andrew time to do whatever he was going to do." I say standing up, as I feel much better after throwing up.

"What?" He asks, "Are you kidding me?"

"Well, that's Andrew for you." I say in a mean, snotty sort of way.

"I wish I would've known that, I would reported him too." He says.

"I know, me too." I say as I walk out to the couch sitting down where was laying about five minutes ago.

"I'm assuming you won't be hungry for a while?" He asks in a cute, friendly kind of way.

"I don't know, I may be. But definitely not at the moment." I laugh a little.

"Alright just let me know."

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