cut off her pubic hair, saying it was making him sore.
He then left again for a few minutes, saying he needed some marijuana rolling papers.
“He said he was going to his friends to get papers,” Katie said. “I don’t know whether he meant the band, or the guy that had come by and banged on the door.”
Hour after hour, Katie Callaway focused on the radio and the periodic time checks, which punctuated her nightmare. Phillip Garrido seemed insatiable, as he repeatedly raped her in every way possible. And whenever she tried to resist, he just became more aggressive.
“The more I resisted,” she said, “the more force he used. He just kept doing the same things over and over.”
Katie considered grabbing the scissors he had cut off her pubic hair with and stabbing him to death. But she never got the chance.
7
“ PLEASE HELP ME !”
At around 2:20 A.M . on Tuesday, November 23, Reno Police officer Clifford Conrad was on patrol in Mill Street when he saw an out-of-state Ford Pinto parked in front of storage unit 39. He was immediately suspicious, as there was hardly any frost on the windows like all the other cars.
He took a closer look at the warehouse, observing that the door lock had been torn off. As there had been a spate of recent warehouse robberies in the area, he called police headquarters, requesting a plates check on the suspicious vehicle.
While he was waiting for an answer, he walked over to Unit 39 and tried the door. It opened about four inches and when it would not go any higher, he started knocking on the door.
Hearing the loud bangs on the door, Phillip Garrido jumped off the bed and went over to see who it was. Then he came back, telling his prisoner it was the police.
“Are you going to maintain?” he asked Katie. “Are you going to be quiet?”
At first she thought it was a setup, so she promised to stay silent. Then Garrido put on his jeans and disappeared behind the rugs. Katie could then hear him opening the door and being asked his name and a few other questions. She listened carefully to see if it was really a policeman or just a friend of her attacker. Then she heard her abductor coolly explain that he had lost the key and had had to force open the lock.
Then Katie decided to escape. Although she was still naked, she tentatively got off the mattress, venturing out through the hanging rugs toward the sound of the voices. Then she peeked out from behind the vinyl sheet by the entrance and saw her attacker was talking to a policeman.
Suddenly she burst out of the warehouse into the street screaming, “Help me! Help me!”
Stunned by the sudden appearance of a hysterical naked woman, Officer Conrad demanded to know what the hell was going on.
Without missing a beat, Phillip Garrido calmly replied: “This is my girlfriend. We’re having a good time.”
“No, I’m not,” screamed Katie.
Then Officer Conrad asked who the blue Pinto belonged to, and Katie said it was hers.
“Who drove it here?” asked the officer.
“He did,” she replied.
“May I see your license, please?” asked Conrad.
“I don’t have a license,” replied Garrido. “I didn’t drive the car. She drove it.”
When Katie desperately protested that she had not driven her car here, the officer told her to go and dress, while he questioned Garrido further. After she went back inside, the wily Garrido conspiratorially told the officer that he was a married man and lived down the street. He said the naked woman he called “Kathy” was really his girlfriend.
He then asked permission to go back inside and fetch his jacket. And Officer Conrad allowed him to do so, as he called his dispatcher for backup.
Katie Callaway was dressing at the back of the warehouse, when to her horror her abductor suddenly reappeared.
“He let the guy go back in there with me,” she later told police. “I was terrified he was going to take me as a hostage.”
But Phillip Garrido took another tack, pleading with her
He then left again for a few minutes, saying he needed some marijuana rolling papers.
“He said he was going to his friends to get papers,” Katie said. “I don’t know whether he meant the band, or the guy that had come by and banged on the door.”
Hour after hour, Katie Callaway focused on the radio and the periodic time checks, which punctuated her nightmare. Phillip Garrido seemed insatiable, as he repeatedly raped her in every way possible. And whenever she tried to resist, he just became more aggressive.
“The more I resisted,” she said, “the more force he used. He just kept doing the same things over and over.”
Katie considered grabbing the scissors he had cut off her pubic hair with and stabbing him to death. But she never got the chance.
7
“ PLEASE HELP ME !”
At around 2:20 A.M . on Tuesday, November 23, Reno Police officer Clifford Conrad was on patrol in Mill Street when he saw an out-of-state Ford Pinto parked in front of storage unit 39. He was immediately suspicious, as there was hardly any frost on the windows like all the other cars.
He took a closer look at the warehouse, observing that the door lock had been torn off. As there had been a spate of recent warehouse robberies in the area, he called police headquarters, requesting a plates check on the suspicious vehicle.
While he was waiting for an answer, he walked over to Unit 39 and tried the door. It opened about four inches and when it would not go any higher, he started knocking on the door.
Hearing the loud bangs on the door, Phillip Garrido jumped off the bed and went over to see who it was. Then he came back, telling his prisoner it was the police.
“Are you going to maintain?” he asked Katie. “Are you going to be quiet?”
At first she thought it was a setup, so she promised to stay silent. Then Garrido put on his jeans and disappeared behind the rugs. Katie could then hear him opening the door and being asked his name and a few other questions. She listened carefully to see if it was really a policeman or just a friend of her attacker. Then she heard her abductor coolly explain that he had lost the key and had had to force open the lock.
Then Katie decided to escape. Although she was still naked, she tentatively got off the mattress, venturing out through the hanging rugs toward the sound of the voices. Then she peeked out from behind the vinyl sheet by the entrance and saw her attacker was talking to a policeman.
Suddenly she burst out of the warehouse into the street screaming, “Help me! Help me!”
Stunned by the sudden appearance of a hysterical naked woman, Officer Conrad demanded to know what the hell was going on.
Without missing a beat, Phillip Garrido calmly replied: “This is my girlfriend. We’re having a good time.”
“No, I’m not,” screamed Katie.
Then Officer Conrad asked who the blue Pinto belonged to, and Katie said it was hers.
“Who drove it here?” asked the officer.
“He did,” she replied.
“May I see your license, please?” asked Conrad.
“I don’t have a license,” replied Garrido. “I didn’t drive the car. She drove it.”
When Katie desperately protested that she had not driven her car here, the officer told her to go and dress, while he questioned Garrido further. After she went back inside, the wily Garrido conspiratorially told the officer that he was a married man and lived down the street. He said the naked woman he called “Kathy” was really his girlfriend.
He then asked permission to go back inside and fetch his jacket. And Officer Conrad allowed him to do so, as he called his dispatcher for backup.
Katie Callaway was dressing at the back of the warehouse, when to her horror her abductor suddenly reappeared.
“He let the guy go back in there with me,” she later told police. “I was terrified he was going to take me as a hostage.”
But Phillip Garrido took another tack, pleading with her
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