Lost and Found by John Glatt Page B

wondered what it would be like to be raped?”
    “Every girl thinks about that, yes.”
    “But did you say that to the defendant, Mr. Garrido?”
    “Oh, yes,” replied Callaway. “I said, ‘If everything you are telling me is true, that you are not going to hurt me, that all you want to do is give me pleasure and just make me feel good, even though you have abducted me under force, I guess it is not going to be so bad.’ ”
    The public defender then asked if his client had discussed religion on their way to Reno.
    “Yes,” she answered, “he talked about Jesus. He said he was going to turn himself over to Jesus next year.”
    After a fifteen-minute recess, Katie Callaway retook the stand, and Van Hazel asked if on the drive to Reno she had told his client she wanted a marijuana joint.
    “Yes, I did,” she replied. “I said, ‘Gee, I sure wish I had a joint right now,’ meaning it sarcastically to relax my nerves. He said, ‘Oh, well, I’ve got some stuff back at the shed that will just blow your head away.’ ”
    Callaway said that when they got to the warehouse she had smoked some of Garrido’s hash, which had been a mistake.
    “[It was] very strong,” she said. “It intensified all my paranoid feelings extremely. And I didn’t smoke it any more.”
    Late that afternoon, William Emery took the stand. Under direct questioning he told prosecutor Leland Lutfy that he had lived in an adjoining Mill Street storage shed to Phillip Garrido.
    The taxi driver told the jury he had met Garrido soon after moving in, and they had become friendly.
    “He asked if I would watch his shed,” Emery testified, “and make sure that nobody broke in or anything, because he played music.”
    Garrido had then told him which vehicles were allowed in front of his shed, giving him a phone number to call if he saw anything suspicious.
    The prosecutor then asked what he had been doing on the night of November 22. Emery said he had arrived back in Mill Steet and seen a blue Pinto with California plates parked in front of Garrido’s mini-warehouse.
    He had then gone inside his unit to change clothes, letting his dogs out for a walk.
    “Then I went over to his shed,” he told the jury. “I figured he was there, so I went over and knocked twice. The hasp was down so I knew somebody was in there.”
    When there was no reply, Emery sat outside for the next hour watching, while his dogs played outside. He then got a pen and paper from inside his shed, writing down the Pinto license plate number before going to a nearby service station to call Garrido’s home.
    When there was no answer, he had jumped on his bicycle and cycled to Garrido’s home in Market Street, three blocks away. And when there was no answer there, he cycled back to Mill Street and went to bed.
    In his cross-examination, Willard Van Hazel cryptically asked if his client would have been able to score marijuana from anyone within a five-minute range of his shed.
    “You did not give Mr. Garrido any grass on that night?” asked the defender.
    “No, I didn’t,” replied Emery.
    “Have you on other occasions?”
    At that point, the prosecutor objected, saying it was irrelevant, and Judge Thompson agreed.
    At 4:30 P.M . Judge Thompson recessed for the day, telling the jury to return the next morning.

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    “ HE IS FOLLOWING A PATTERN ”

    At 9:30 the next morning—February 10—Reno Police officer Clifford Conrad took the stand. Under prosecutor Leland Lutfy’s questioning, he told the jury how he had been patrolling Mill Street at around 2:30 A.M . on November 23, when he saw a suspicious out-of-town vehicle parked outside Unit 39.
    “The vehicle shouldn’t have been there at that time of the morning,” he testified. “So I checked further and found the lock on the warehouse broken off.”
    He then tried to open the warehouse door, but it would only rise four inches, so he started banging on it. Eventually Phillip Garrido appeared and rolled it up.
    Asked