A retired FBI agent has suggested the case of missing Nancy Guthrie is cooling down.
Steve Moore said during an interview with NewsNation’s Brian Entin on Brian Entin Investigates that he believes the case is not cold but has “cooled off quite a bit.”
Moore added that it is his understanding, although he said the information was not confirmed, that agents on the case “are being told that they may be going back to their divisions at least until more information comes up.” Newsweek has approached the FBI for comment in an email sent outside of regular working hours.
Moore replied that there are both positives and negatives in that situation.
He said: “One of the good things is less visibility and all of a sudden the case agent becomes able to work the case the way they wanted to work it.”
The search for Nancy Guthrie has entered a fourth week. The 84-year-old mother of Today show host Savannah Guthrie was last seen at her home just outside Tucson, Arizona, on January 31 and was reported missing the following day. Authorities believe she was kidnapped, abducted or otherwise taken against her will. Her blood was found on the front porch of her home, authorities said.
This is a developing story and will be updated.
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