Annie Guthrie could barely breathe, and the cameras knew it. Her husband hid behind a sweatshirt, but shame and fear still found his eyes. Somewhere in Arizona, blood stained the floor of an 84-year-old woman’s home, and a ransom note hinted at the last outfit she ever wore. The Guthries aren’t reporting the news anymore. They are the ne… Continues… They were supposed to be an ordinary family orbiting a famous face, not the center of a nightmare. Nancy Guthrie’s quiet life in Arizona had been Savannah’s refuge from the glare of television lights, a place of casseroles, long phone...
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