Backlash grows against police in Nancy Guthrie case after suspension revelation2
Pima County Sheriff Chris Nanos has headed the investigation into Nancy Guthrie's disappearance from her Arizona home since day one
Backlash has been steadily building against the lead investigator in the case of Nancy Guthrie's disappearance on February 1, with Pima County Sheriff Chris Nanos coming under fire for past disciplinary issues as the investigation approaches its 12th week.
The sheriff's history at the El Paso Police Department in Texas has drawn criticism as he resigned from his position in 1982 in order to avoid disciplinary action. He addressed the allegations that he misrepresented himself when applying for a job at the Pima County Police Department in the '80s, after leaving his job in Texas.
Chris' lawyer responded to the probe into his past with a 22-page document that explained his conduct. "Sheriff Nanos resigned from the El Paso Police Department in 1982. At the time of his resignation, he held the rank of corporal," the document read.
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Sheriff Chris Nanos has come under fire in recent weeks
"His resignation came in the wake of a dispute with a supervisor over the towing of vehicles. The supervisor wanted to impose a three-day suspension for insubordination. Sheriff Nanos appealed that recommended discipline to the Chief, who found in favor of the supervisor."
"Rather than accept a three-day suspension, Sheriff Nanos offered to resign in lieu of discipline. The Chief accepted his offer, and Sheriff Nanos resigned," he continued. The document added that he had not lied about his employment history, and wrote on his resume that he left the job in 1982, despite the Pima County Sheriff's Department website stating that he left in 1984.
Chris' lawyer also acknowledged the disciplinary actions he was subject to at El Paso, including "counselling, reprimands and suspensions". The letter then spoke on the sheriff's previous statement under oath that he had never been suspended as a result of disciplinary action.
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The sheriff has lead the Nancy Guthrie investigation since day one
"It is 100% correct that Sheriff Nanos was never suspended during his four decades of decorated and faithful service with the Pima County Sheriff's Department," his lawyer wrote to the Pima County Board of Supervisors.
"However, Sheriff Nanos was suspended more than forty years ago while employed by [the] El Paso Police Department. In the context of his live deposition, Sheriff Nanos did not understand the question related to discipline with a different agency not governed by the Arizona Peace Officers' Bill of Rights."
Social media users quickly shared their distaste for the sheriff after his past in El Paso came to light. "Everyone wants him gone," wrote one X user, while another added that "people are angry". A third chimed in that Chris had "botched this [case] from the start," while a fourth added: "My gut is telling me it was totally mishandled."
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Chris faced backlash from social media users
Chris did garner support from some social media users, with one writing: "Wasn't this decades ago? [In my opinion] he is working hard to find Nancy Guthrie," while another added that the focus on his past was "fueling a dishonest narrative" about Chris' competency.
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Nancy went missing from her Arizona home in February
The Pima County Sheriff's Department has worked closely with the FBI since Nancy went missing in February. While several suspects have been questioned regarding her disappearance, no arrests have been made, and DNA evidence is still being examined by the authorities.
Nancy, the 84-year-old mother of Today show star Savannah Guthrie, was believed to have been taken by force from her home in Tucson, Arizona, after blood was found on the doorstep, and her personal effects were found inside the house.
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
I didn’t even register the sound of the custom glass platter shattering. All I could see was my ten-year-old son, Leo, standing over the wreckage of a three-tier cake, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides.
Pink and white frosting was splattered across the polished shoes of my business partners. It was smeared across the velvet chairs rented from the event company. And, worst of all, it was dripping down the front of my pregnant wife Vanessa’s six-hundred-dollar maternity dress.
The silence in the Oak Creek Country Club banquet room was absolute. Sixty people—my hardware store employees, the loan officers from the local bank, the members of our church congregation—stopped breathing all at once.
Vanessa let out a sharp, theatrical shriek, her hands flying to her mouth. ""My baby! He tried to hurt my baby!""
I saw red. The public humiliation, the disrespect, the sheer malice of ruining this celebration—it all boiled over in a fraction of a second. I lunged forward, grabbed Leo by the shoulder, spun him around, and slapped him across the face.
The smack echoed off the high ceilings.
""What is wrong with you?"" I roared, my voice cracking with a mix of fury and embarrassment. ""Go to the car. Right now!""
Leo didn’t cry. He didn’t run. He just stood there, the red mark blossoming on his pale cheek, staring at me with a look I had never seen before. It wasn’t defiance. It was pity.
Forty-five minutes earlier, everything had seemed perfect. We had just arrived at the country club, and Vanessa had been practically glowing, orchestrating every detail of the shower. But Leo had been quiet. He had been complaining of his seasonal allergies, so I had sent him to the bridal suite down the hall to find the emergency inhaler I kept in Vanessa's oversized leather tote bag.
I didn't know then what he had found when that bag tipped over on the vanity. I didn't know about the practice sheets of paper. I didn't know about the plastic capsule the caterer had been instructed to slide into the center of the cake's bottom tier.
All I knew was that Vanessa had insisted, loudly and in front of everyone, that I be the one to cut the first slice. ""You have to cut right down the middle, Thomas,"" she had cooed into the microphone just moments before the crash. ""There’s a special surprise waiting inside for you. I want everyone to see it.""
I had the silver cake knife in my hand. I was three steps away.
That was when Leo had sprinted out of nowhere, diving past the gift table and shoving the heavy cake stand with all the strength his eighty-pound body could muster.
Now, standing in the ruins of the party, I glared at my son, waiting for him to apologize, waiting for him to break down.
Instead, Leo slowly lifted his hand and pointed at the smashed remains of the bottom tier.
""Look inside it, Dad,"" he whispered. ""Before she hides it.""
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"The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened."""" The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
"""""""The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened.""""
The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
Her target? A frail, elderly woman trapped in a wheelchair.
It was supposed to be a flawless plan. A tragic """"accident"""" while her husband was away at work.
But he came home early.
""""Put it down!"""" he shouted, his voice echoing through the kitchen.
In a split second, her murderous glare vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly bright, fake smile.
""""Honey! You're back early,"""" she cooed, her fingers still gripping the weapon. """"I was just scaring her... she keeps stealing my things.""""
She thought the sweet lie would save her. She thought she could manipulate him like always.
But he wasn't buying it. His eyes were cold, filled with furious disgust.
""""Don't you dare lie to me!"""" he roared, violently snatching the candlestick from her hands and slamming it down.
As the heavy metal crashed against the counter, a new sound pierced the dead silence.
Wailing sirens. Approaching fast.
Her mask shattered, leaving only pure, wide-eyed terror.
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"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
I was wrong.
The worst part was hearing them cheer.
“After everything I paid for this weekend,” I said, standing on the deck in my emerald-green jumpsuit, “I think I deserve a chair at the table.”
My mother-in-law, Denise, leaned back in her white designer sweater and gave me a slow, insulting smile.
“This is a family vacation, Olivia,” she said. “Not one of your business meetings.”
The backyard fell quiet for a moment. The firepit crackled. Music played softly from expensive outdoor speakers. Around the long table sat my husband’s parents, his sister, two cousins, and friends I had met only once.
Every plate of steak, every bottle of wine, every room in the lakeside rental had been paid for by me.
Then my husband, Tyler, walked over from the grill.
He wore a black polo shirt, jeans, and the familiar expression he always had when his mother was unhappy with me: annoyance, not concern.
“Apologize to my mom,” he said.
“For what?” I asked. “For asking to be treated with basic respect?”
Tyler glanced at his relatives. They were all watching.
That was when his mouth curved into a smile.
“You think you’re better than us because you make more money?”
“I never said that.”
“No,” Denise interrupted. “But you act like it.”
I had spent four years ignoring comments like that. I paid for Tyler’s car when he lost his job. I covered his father’s medical bills. I even used my vacation days to plan this trip because Denise said the family “needed quality time.”
But the moment I asked for a seat, I became the villain.
Tyler stepped closer.
“Maybe you need a reminder that money doesn’t make you important.”
Before I could move, his cousins grabbed my wrists.
“Tyler, stop!” I shouted.
They dragged me across the wet grass toward the pool. My lavender jacket slipped from my shoulders. The water was dark beneath the moonlight, and the night air cut through my clothes.
For one second, Tyler looked at me.
I waited for him to stop them.
He didn’t.
He pushed me.
The cold stole my breath instantly. I sank beneath the surface, my shoes heavy, my arms flailing as panic tightened around my chest. When I finally reached the edge, I heard laughter above me.
Denise was clapping.
Tyler’s brother was recording on his phone.
And Tyler stood there smiling while his family applauded my humiliation.
I pulled myself out without help.
Water streamed from my hair and soaked through my emerald jumpsuit. I was shaking so hard I could barely unlock my phone.
But I didn’t cry.
I didn’t scream.
I opened the reservation app.
The rental house was in my name.
The two SUVs were in my name.
The private boat trip, the catered brunch, the concert tickets, and every remaining expense for the weekend were connected to my card.
Tyler saw my screen and suddenly stopped smiling.
“Olivia,” he said quietly. “Don’t be dramatic.”
I looked at him, then at the family who had just laughed while I fought to breathe.
“You wanted entertainment,” I said.
My thumb hovered over the cancellation button.
“Now you can watch what happens when the person you disrespect stops paying for your life.”
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