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Trashley: Part Fourteen
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While Ashley was taking care of my dog, plants, and home, a crime producer was digging up information on her and her family in the LexisNexis database. She couldn’t find much on Ashley, it appeared she had paid a service to wipe out her personal information, which is what criminals do when they’re applying for jobs that require a background check. All we found was her birth certificate, an additional last name, and proof she was legally married. We couldn’t find any ties to Pasadena, where she said she grew up. Or proof she was associated with MIT or Denver University — neither as a student or professor. We disovered her family had a string of debt and unpaid bills in all the places they’d lived.
I was so intrigued. I knew they’d moved around a lot, but now things started to become more clear. They would live somewhere for a year or two, not pay their bills, and start over again in a new city, where they get new jobs, rack up more debt, and then move to a new city. Over and over and over. Ashley’s family felt like the punchline to a Jeff Foxworthy “You might be a redneck if…” joke. I wasn’t judging them, I was just observing. Plus, I love a good Grifter story. It started to make more sense why her parent’s idea of a vacation was going to Luke Bryan concerts in Vegas and Cancun.
