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out,” said Loebs. “He was turning into a pervert and was really turned on by it.”
    After watching the first half-hour of the movie, Loebs and his fiancé asked him to leave.
    Over the next few months, Phillip Garrido’s behavior became even more disturbing. One day Tommy Wilson-O’Brien arrived home to find his bedroom door ajar. And when he walked in it was obvious somebody had been inside.
    “I’d been burglarized,” he recalled. “Except there was a twenty-dollar bill I had left on my dresser that was still there.”
    He then noticed that a little metal can, where he kept his marijuana stash, had been moved from the dresser to his bed. Although it was open, the bag of weed remained untouched. Then he realized his treasured collection of 35 millimeter slides were missing.
    “I had boxes and boxes of slides and they were all gone,” he said. “Just a bunch of personal pictures of all the other rock ’n’ roll bands I had played with earlier in the sixties.”
    When he asked neighbors if they had seen anything suspicious, one mentioned a green Monte Carlo car parked outside his house.
    “That’s what Phil was driving at the time,” said Wilson-O’Brien. “I went over to his house and I was livid.”
    When he confronted him, Garrido readily admitted going to the house, saying he’d knocked on the door but no one was home. But he vehemently denied taking the slides.
    “But I know he did it,” said Wilson-O’Brien. “I just thought he was doing it to hurt me. That’s so perverted, to look through somebody’s pictures and take them. And that’s when I wrote him out of my life.”

4
    RENO

    In early 1976, Phillip and Chris Garrido moved to Reno, Nevada, sixty-two miles north of South Lake Tahoe. They took out a lease on a house at 1855 Market Street, and Chris found a dealer job at Harrah’s casino.
    Soon after arriving, Phillip rented out a mini-warehouse at 3245 Mill Street, a few blocks away from their new home. He told the owner he was a musician and needed Unit 39, a small ten-foot-by-ten-foot space, to rehearse his music.
    But he had a far more sinister purpose in mind. Over the next few months he would transform it into his den of pornographic pleasure, in readiness for the sex slave he had now decided to kidnap and imprison.
    Garrido started spending most of his time at the warehouse, buying alcohol at Shep’s Discount Liquor on South Wells Avenue. And he soon became friends with the store owner’s son Gregory Sheppard, also an aspiring musician.
    “We played a lot together,” recalled Sheppard. “I would see him about once every two weeks.”
    Sheppard later testified that he witnessed Garrido taking various drugs, including LSD, cocaine, pot, uppers and downers. He would often take two or three doses of strong blotter-type LSD at a time.
    “It just depended on what mood he was in,” explained Sheppard.
    Garrido also befriended William Emery, a twenty-five-year-old taxi driver, who lived two doors down in Unit 36.
    “He seemed open and friendly at first,” Emery later told Reno police. “He was a good natural musician doing only his original music.”
    Initially, Emery was much impressed by the “oily long-haired musician,” who was now “hard at work” getting a new band together to make it in the music business. They often hung out together that summer, smoking dope and sniffing cocaine.
    “He was most usually stoned or in the process of being that way,” said Emery. “When he was stoned he was more involved and extreme in everything he did.”
    Emery bonded with Garrido, as they discussed philosophy, religion and the “ultimate truth.”
    One day, Garrido asked his new friend to keep an eye on all his valuable musical equipment, as he was living there full time. He gave the taxi driver a list of vehicles allowed to park in front of his shed, with a phone number to call if necessary.
    In June 1976, Phillip Garrido drove to South Lake Tahoe and kidnapped a