Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 11
by DiscipleN
Chapter 11
Stace had said the ‘movers’ called Terry, “Mr. Drangren.” When she returned from school, she found me at her desk searching online for that name.
“Mom, I need the computer for school.”
I erased the URL history before getting up. “I’ll be gone for supper. Do take care of your dad.”
“I can’t stand him!” She admitted.
“Well, don’t cut yourself over it. Now that you’re signed on to be Terry’s whore, any marks will drop your price.”
She gave me the finger. I exited and closed the door. My searches had been a tedious pain but ultimately successful. I found an archived page for Terry’s law practice. Court records from his trial gave an address. I checked the housing market for the place I found on a maps site. It was a two bedroom, one bath, 70’s cookie cutter design that hadn’t been sold since before Terry’s arrest. County records revealed its title was in the name of a Marlee Jackson. I looked up her name but found only BS pages.