Arizona, to cover Nancy Guthrie’s disappearance — took a trip Thursday to Nogales, Mexico, to explore the theory the 84-year-old was taken across the border.
Nogales, in the state of Sonora, is about 60 miles south of Tucson, an hour’s drive. Federal authorities who are assisting the Pima County, Arizona, Sheriff’s Department say they have reached out to their Mexican counterparts as U.S. investigators expand the search footprint into the neighboring country.
Guthrie, the mother of “Today” show co-host Savannah Guthrie, disappeared from her Tucson area home late Jan. 31 or early Feb. 1. The grandmother, who has a pacemaker, is on prescription medications.
Missing: The Nancy Guthrie Mystery
Media outlets have received multiple communications from people purporting to be the kidnappers or individuals claiming to know who is responsible (and suggesting the manhunt could go “international”). In both instances, message senders have demanded cryptocurrency payments.
Among the things Entin learned during his visit to Nogales:
Many locals with whom he spoke, with the assistance of photographer Daniel Manrique, were not familiar with the Guthrie case and did not know who Nancy Guthrie is.
The border crossing where automobiles go back and forth has video cameras to capture the uninterrupted flow of traffic. In theory, authorities could go back to find images of specific vehicles.
It is possible to buy some drugs that are controlled in the U.S. without a prescription at Mexican pharmacies.
The Pima County Sheriff’s Department released a new statement Thursday showing the marked increase in 911 and “administrative” calls (31,608) that have come in between Feb. 1 and 18 compared with the same period in 2025 (20,808). Last month, a total of 26,762 calls came in, the department said.
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