FBI can enhance surveillance video, but process is time-intensive: report
Left: A still image from Ring camera video shows a vehicle passing a home near Nancy Guthrie’s on Feb. 1, the morning she is believed to have been abducted. Right: Nancy in an undated family photo. (Courtesy of Elias and Danielle Stratigouleas, Courtesy of NBC)
An FBI official said Thursday that investigators have tools to enhance surveillance footage, but each video must be reviewed in real time, NBC News reported.
Slowing down or enhancing the footage is possible, though the process is time-intensive, the official said.
In a Catalina Foothills neighborhood, a resident’s street-facing Ring camera captured 12 vehicles passing by on the morning of Nancy Guthrie’s suspected abduction.
The recordings, obtained by Fox News Digital, occurred between midnight and 6 a.m. on Feb. 1, including activity around 2:30 a.m., which is the approximate time authorities said the 84-year-old’s pacemaker last synced with her iPhone.
Video obtained by Fox News Digital is part of the investigation into Guthrie’s abduction, the Pima County Sheriff’s Department said. Authorities said it remains unclear whether the footage is relevant to the case.
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