Lost and Found by John Glatt Read Free Book Online

Her abductor then headed north on U.S. 395 toward Reno, as she lay helplessly bound in the backseat of the car.
    Phillip Garrido now began talking about religion.
    “He talked a lot about Jesus on our ride,” she later told police. “Telling me how he was going to turn himself over to God next year, because Jesus was the way. And on and on . . . did I understand what he was saying about God?”
    He then started talking about his wife again, slipping up saying, “My wife said Phil the other day.” This mistake was not lost on Katie, who kept calling him “Bill,” so he wouldn’t realize she now knew his real name.
    When she mentioned being a 21 dealer in a casino, Garrido chuckled, saying so was his wife. When Katie asked if he was from Reno, he then became evasive, saying just because his wife did casino work they could be from Las Vegas or many other places.
    He then asked if she had ever taken LSD.
    “I said yes,” she recalled. “I said yes to everything. ‘Oh, yes,
    I have done this. Oh, yes, I have done that.’ ”
    At one point, when she mentioned wanting a marijuana joint to relax her, Garrido said the stuff he had waiting for her where they were going was so good it would blow her head off.
    At around 9:00 P.M ., Phillip Garrido stopped the car and turned off the engine.
    “Okay, we’re here,” he announced, as he got out of the car to open his shed. Katie Callaway was certain they were in Reno, as she had heard planes and recognized the treetops of the Reno Valley, through the back window.
    A couple of minutes later, he returned in an agitated state.
    “I lost the key,” he snapped. “I can’t get in. I knew I heard it drop at the lake. I should have picked it up.”
    He then announced they were driving to his car, so he could get a crowbar and pry open the lock of his shed door. They then drove along a dirt road for five minutes, finally stopping at a white building, before getting out. Katie could hear him hunting around in another car for a tire iron.
    He then came back, complaining he couldn’t find one and asking if she had one. Katie told him there was one in her trunk and where the key was.
    “I was thinking,” she later explained, “if I just let him go on with his own fantasy . . . I’d be safe until I had a better chance to change the plans.”
    Garrido soon found her crowbar and drove back to the shed. He then spent the next fifteen minutes trying to force open the lock. As she lay handcuffed on the back seat under the coat, Callaway could hear the sound of a rock band playing so she thought they must be outside a discothèque.
    Finally, her abductor managed to break the lock and returned, putting the crowbar back in the trunk.
    “He told me he was going to have to blindfold me,” recalled Katie. “Then he lifted me out of the back seat, and he led me into the shed, as he called it.”
    Back in Stateline, David Wade began to worry when there was no sign of Katie Callaway. She should have arrived around 7:30 P.M ., and when she didn’t he kept looking out of the window and watching the clock.
    At around 8:00 P.M . he called Forrest Dougherty, who worked with Katie at the Harveys Lake Tahoe casino, asking if she’d seen her. Dougherty said that she had seen her earlier, pulling out of a parking spot in front of Ink’s Al Tahoe Market. She had been with a dark-haired man, and she’d watched them drive east on Highway 50.
    Wade then called South Lake Tahoe police to report Katie missing. But he was told that a person had to be missing for forty-eight hours before he could file a report.

6
    “ JUST IMAGINE THAT YOU WERE IN ROMAN TIMES ”

    Phillip Garrido led his terrified captive into his warehouse in handcuffs, closing the rolling aluminum door behind them.
    “Here we are,” he told her. “You can open your eyes.”
    He then left, saying he was going to park her car around the side of the building. He promised to unlock her handcuffs when he returned, warning her not