Man arrested outside Nancy Guthrie’s home on DUI charges, not related to investigation: officials
A member of the Pima County sheriffs office remains outside of Nancy Guthrie’s home, Monday, Feb. 9, 2026 in Tucson, Ariz. (Ty ONeil/AP Photo)
A man was arrested in front of Nancy Guthrie’s home on misdemeanor DUI charges, according to the Pima County Sheriff’s Department.
The sheriff’s department said that 34-year-old Antonio De Jesus Pena-Campos was arrested in front of Guthrie’s home on Thursday night shortly before 8 p.m.
Officials said the arrest isn’t related to the investigation into Guthrie’s disappearance.
“Shortly before 8:00 p.m. on February 26, 2026, deputies arrested 34-year-old Antonio De Jesus Pena-Campos in front of Nancy Guthrie’s home on misdemeanor DUI charges. This arrest is not related to the Guthrie investigation. PIOs do not provide police reports,” the agency shared in a news release.
Savannah Guthrie reminds ‘reward can be paid in cash’ for tips on mom
Savannah Guthrie pleaded for people to send in more tips in a Friday Instagram Story. (SavannahGuthrie/Instagram)
In a new Instagram story, Savannah Guthrie pleaded with people to send in tips, and to “be the one who brings her home,” referring to her mother, Nancy Guthrie.
Guthrie posted a segment from the “Today” show where viewers were shown how to submit tips anonymously. She said that tips can be anonymous “and likely paid in cash.”
Former FBI agent Bryanna Fox told NBC News that people can submit tips anonymously by submitting a tip to Crime Stoppers, which will then provide individuals with a unique number or passcode, which will allow users to login to a website to see the status of the tip. If that tip leads to the identification of Guthrie or the conviction of suspects, this provides a way for the tipster to be notified and get information on how to collect the reward.
People with information about Nancy Guthrie’s disappearance are asked to contact 1-800-CALL-FBI.
Authorities have between 5k to 10k hours of video being processed in Nancy Guthrie investigation
A Ring camera image taken from video shows a vehicle driving south on Camino Real at 2:36 a.m. on Feb. 1, the morning Nancy Guthrie is believed to have been abducted from a home nearby in the Catalina Foothills of Tucson, Arizona. (Courtesy of Elias and Danielle Stratigouleas)
Authorities have between 5k to 10k hours of video that’s being processed in the Nancy Guthrie investigation, a federal source told NBC News.
According to the report, each video must be reviewed by an investigator.
On Thursday night, Fox News Digital reported that a resident living in Tucson’s Catalina Foothills neighborhood, where Guthrie lives, has a Ring camera that captured 12 cars passing by on the morning she is suspected to have been abducted.
The recordings happened between midnight and 6 a.m. on Feb. 1, with one some activity happening around 2:30 a.m., which is around the time when authorities said that Guthrie’s pacemaker device was last synced with her iPhone.
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