Blood was found where she was supposed to be safest. An 84-year-old mother, adored, devout, suddenly gone without a trace. No goodbye, no struggle anyone heard—only silent stains inside a quiet Arizona home. As deputies hunt for answers, every hour deepens the dread that this story won’t end the way her family prays it wi
In the days since Nancy Guthrie vanished, her Tucson home has become less a sanctuary than a crime scene, its every corner searched for meaning in the traces left behind. Detectives speak carefully, aware that each word lands on a family already living in the space between hope and heartbreak. Blood inside the house confirms that something went terribly wrong; it does not yet say who was there, or why, or how far this nightmare has spread beyond those walls.
