The bloodletting at Nexstar, gutting anchors and reporters at WGN and KTLA, is not a shock. It is a symptom. The patient has been terminal for years. There was a time when you could switch on the evening news and actually learn something. Facts. Context. Accountability. Now you get sermons. Viewers are no longer informed. They are managed. Spoon-fed political orthodoxy and campaign messaging dressed up as journalism. Subtle as a brick through a window. TV news did not die in a blaze of glory. It suffocated in a cloud of hairspray, banter, and manufactured charm. Personality replaced substance. Chit-chat replaced journalism. The audience noticed. They left. They fled to podcasters and bloggers who, flaws and all, at least pretend to chase facts instead of cocktail party approval. News breaks on weekends. News happens on holidays. But if you rely on local TV, you wait until Monday, when the hair is perfect and the teleprompter is warm. Two anchors per broadcast, grinnin...

   I have poured every ounce of experience, instinct, and hard-earned judgment into this mystery, working only with the scraps of information law enforcement has chosen to release. And after watching the circus of half-baked theories roll by, I reject them all. This is not complicated, Nancy Guthrie was murdered. This was not some ransom plot. Not some bizarre kidnapping fantasy. This was a murder, plain and simple, followed by a calculated plan to erase her from the earth. The intent was never negotiation. The intent was removal. Her killer did not improvise, had a destination in mind: one of the over 300 deep, abandoned, foreboding mines, the kind of place that swallows evidence forever. And the reason is obvious. Without a body, authorities can only struggle to establish the corpus delicti. No body, no confirmed cause of death, no clean homicide case. That is not an accident. That is strategy. Someone wanted Nancy Guthrie dead for one of two reasons. Rage, or money....

  Make no mistake: corporations and bean counters have invaded local mainstream media like termites in a wooden house. The result has been a slow-motion disaster, especially for investigative reporting. Instead of hard news, we get endless fluff, chirpy banter, and the kind of “breaking story” that turns out to be a weather tease and a celebrity haircut. So what are reporters doing?  They’re walking.They’re quitting. They’re realizing they don’t need a corporate leash to do journalism.  They can launch a podcast, a vlog, a blog, and suddenly the editorial direction belongs to them, not some executive in a glass tower who thinks “investigative reporting” means a feel-good piece about a rescue dog. The audience? They’re not sitting there hypnotized by the 6 o’clock news anymore. People watch TV with an iPad in their lap, a phone in their hand, and a laptop open. Television news is background noise. The only things still reliably grabbing attention are severe weather, spo...

The sheriff of Pima County, Arizona has now publicly “cleared” the Guthrie family and spouses of any involvement in the abduction of Nancy Guthrie.   Cleared? Really?   Cleared based on what? Evidence? Facts? Or the kind of political pressure that makes uncomfortable questions disappear on cue? Sure, you might be able to clear someone of direct, hands-on involvement if they have an airtight alibi. If they were on camera, in another state, surrounded by witnesses, fine.  But cleared of involvement entirely? That is a much bigger claim. Because here is the obvious question nobody wants to say out loud:  Can someone be physically absent and still be responsible?  Of course they can. People hire others to do dirty work every day. A person does not need to personally grab a victim to be part of the chain. So what exactly does “cleared” even mean at this stage?  Where is Nancy Guthrie?  Who benefits?  Who had motive?  Who had opportunity?  ...

Tommaso Cioni is Nancy Guthrie’s son-in-law. He is married to Annie Guthrie. By all accounts, he was reportedly the last known person to see Nancy alive. It has been reported that Tommaso and Annie had dinner with Nancy and then he drove her home. That detail alone places him squarely inside the timeline, whether anyone likes it or not. I looked into Tommaso’s background. Other than a minor speeding conviction in 2021, he appears to have a clean record. He has worked as a teacher with Basis Schools, Inc., which generally suggests a stable and respectable background. Public records reveal nothing substantial pointing to misconduct or any history of bad behavior. But then something strange happened. When the media storm hit, both Tommaso and Annie seemed determined to hide their faces. That was striking. Innocent people do not usually behave like fugitives from a camera lens. It looked like fear. It looked like shame. And yes, it looked like possible guilt. Law enforcement has repe...

  Cheating today? Kid, you picked the worst century for it. It’s Valentine’s Day 2026. The city is full of roses, lies, and people who think they’re invisible. They’re not. Back in the old days, you needed a private investigator. A guy like me. Someone with patience, your generous retainer, a camera, and a tolerance for human stupidity. Today?  Now you just need an iPhone and a spouse who’s done pretending. AirTags and other more sophisticated devices update location history in real time. Your car practically confesses before you even get home. You can talk about the law if it makes you feel better. But the truth is, nobody gives a rat’s ass about legal fine print when betrayal is on the table. They want answers, and technology hands it to them like a bartender sliding whiskey across the counter. Community property state? That vehicle is half theirs. Which means your little midnight detours are happening in shared property, legally tracked in real time, with timestamps ...