🚨 NANCY GUTHRIE LATEST: The person whose DNA was found on the recovered glove has been officially cleared In a stunning turn — another individual is now under immediate action after blood evidence was discovered inside their home… 😱

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estigators were able to find a match to the DNA found on one of the gloves.

“There was some talk and discussion that it was police officers out in the field just discarding [the gloves], that is so far from the truth,” Nanos told the outlet.

“We knew that at that time, we believed wholeheartedly that those gloves belonged to a restaurant and guess what? The owner of the glove, we found working at a restaurant across the street,” Nanos said.

“It has nothing to do with the case,” Nanos said, per the outlet.

He did not specify which restaurant the person works at or if investigators questioned that individual.

The Pima County Sheriff’s Department later posted to X on March 4 confirming that the individual is “not part of this investigation.”

Nanos also told KVOA that other gloves sent to a Florida lab could be different and DNA testing could take a while.

“It’s a challenge because we know we have DNA, but now we have to deal with that mixture and how we’re going to separate it,” Nanos said, according to the outlet.

Nancy was taken from her Tucson, Ariz., home in the early morning hours of Sunday, Feb. 1, police said.

Her family called 911 at 12:03 p.m. that day after the mother of three failed to join friends to watch a virtual church service.

The Pima County Sheriff’s Office, later joined by the FBI, launched a massive investigation into Nancy’s disappearance, saying they believed she was taken against her will.

Concern for Nancy deepened when Pima County Sheriff Chris Nanos revealed that blood spatter found on the front porch belonged to her.

Even more chilling were Nest camera surveillance photos and video footage authorities released on Feb. 10 showing a masked, armed man on Nancy’s front porch in the early morning hours of Feb. 1.

The FBI Phoenix office shared additional details describing the suspect as “a male, approximately 5’9” – 5’10” tall, with an average build. In the video, he is wearing a black, 25-liter ‘Ozark Trail Hiker Pack’ backpack” that may have been purchased at Walmart.

Investigators revealed that Guthrie’s doorbell camera was disconnected at 1:47 a.m., local time. Shortly after, at 2:12 a.m., the camera detected a dark figure walking toward the house. Sixteen minutes later, at 2:28 a.m., Guthrie’s pacemaker was disconnected from the pacemaker app on her cellphone, authorities said.

Law enforcement worked tirelessly to try to find Nancy, to no avail.

In late February, however, a couple who live on a back road about 2.5 miles from Nancy’s home released new footage, obtained by FOX News, showing a car speeding down the road minutes after police believe she was abducted.

One of the videos the couple released was recorded at around 2:36 a.m. on Feb. 1, about eight minutes after Nancy’s pacemaker last synced with her iPhone, according to the sheriff’s timeline.

Savannah Guthrie and mother Nancy Guthrie

Savannah Guthrie and mother Nancy Guthrie.savannahguthrie/Instagram

The Pima County Sheriff’s Office told FOX News and NBC News they are aware of the newly released Ring camera footage, but didn’t say whether the footage will help the case.

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