The Last Normal Night
It’s 1:47 AM on February 1, 2026. Nancy Guthrie’s doorbell camera goes black. The 84-year-old retired teacher is inside her Catalina Foothills home, sleeping. Outside, someone is approaching. They’re wearing a ski mask. Black gloves. A backpack. And a gun.
Twenty-five minutes later, the camera’s software detects movement. No footage. Just a timestamp. At 2:28 AM, Nancy’s pacemaker stops syncing with her phone. The Bluetooth connection cuts. She’s being moved. Out of range. Away from her home.
By noon that same day, Nancy’s church friends are worried. She never misses Sunday service. Never. A welfare check is called. Deputies arrive. What they find makes their blood run cold.
An empty house. Blood on the front porch. Cameras smashed. A back door wide open. And Nancy Guthrie—mother of TODAY show host Savannah Guthrie—is gone.
The Woman Who Never Missed Church
Nancy Guthrie isn’t just anyone’s mother. She’s a woman of routine. Faith. Family. Every Sunday at 11 AM, she logs into her church’s live stream service. The congregants know her. They watch for her. She’s that reliable.
gun to their body composition, law enforcement has a treasure trove of new clues to help them find the person who abducted Savannah Guthrie’s momCredit: Pima County Sheriff’s Department
She’s 84 years old but sharp. A retired teacher who spent decades shaping young minds. A woman who raised three children: Savannah, the face of America’s morning news; Annie, who lives nearby in Tucson; and Camron, her son. She’s a grandmother. A friend. A pillar of her community.
But Nancy has limitations. She can’t walk 50 yards without assistance. She has a pacemaker monitoring her heart. She takes daily medication—medication that could be fatal if missed. She’s vulnerable. And someone knew that.
On January 31, 2026, Nancy’s life follows its normal rhythm. Until it doesn’t.
At 5:32 PM on January 31, Nancy Guthrie orders an Uber. The driver picks her up from her million-dollar home in the Catalina Foothills—one of Tucson’s most affluent neighborhoods. The destination: her daughter Annie’s house, just a few miles away.
It’s a family night. Dinner. Board games. Laughter. Annie later tells investigators she saw “no red flags.” Nothing unusual. Nothing to worry about. It’s just another Saturday with Mom.
