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they did.”
    During the few months he knew Phillip Garrido, Emery watched him become stranger and stranger. And after the orgy, he did his best to avoid him.
    “Right in front of my eyes,” said Emery, “he seemed to be changing. More extreme in everything he was doing.”
    In their last ever conversation, Garrido tried to persuade him and a group of other musicians to play a gig in a brothel. They thought it a bad idea and refused. But Garrido refused to take no for an answer, asking them to imagine all the fun they could have with the prostitutes.
    “They said they couldn’t play their music in a whorehouse,” said Emery.
    By mid-November, Phillip Garrido had finished preparing Unit 39 for his long-awaited sex slave. He had stacked the front of the small storage area high with boxes of china and other items. Directly behind he had hung three heavy rugs from the ceiling, about a foot apart one behind the other, effectively soundproofing the warehouse. At the end of each was an opening for access, creating an overall maze effect.
    The final rug then opened out onto his inner sanctum, resembling a stage with gray, blue and gold carpets hanging on each of the three walls.
    Inside was a large dirty mattress, covered by an old ripped red satin sheet and a dirty imitation fur blanket. On a table nearby lay handcuffs, dildos, Vaseline, a large pair of scissors and several bottles of wine. A stack of pornographic magazines were piled against a wall.
    In one corner was a movie projector and he’d hooked up multicolored stage lights. Like the director of an elaborate theatrical production, Phillip Garrido had spent weeks painstakingly setting up his warehouse. He’d written the script in his head, and now all that was needed was his leading lady.

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    “ ALL I WANT IS A PIECE OF ASS ”

    On Monday afternoon, November 22, Phillip Garrido drove to South Lake Tahoe, California, to kidnap a young woman and realize his long-anticipated sexual fantasy. It was the week of Thanksgiving and there was heavy snow on the ground.
    Dusk had just fallen and it was below zero when the predator entered a supermarket, searching for a young woman to snatch. He was now running on pure adrenaline, nervously stroking a pair of silver handcuffs in his trouser pocket.
    Anxious not to scare off possible victims, Garrido had adopted a collegiate look. His long brown hair was tied into a neat ponytail and he wore a blue denim suit, a fashionable brown turtleneck sweater and engraved brown cowboy boots.
    Before long he spotted an attractive woman shopping. After she paid the cashier, he followed her out into the parking lot, waiting as she got into her car, and started the engine. Then he walked over, tapped on the window and asked for a ride, explaining his battery had frozen and his car would not start.
    She took pity on the well-dressed young man, unlocking the front passenger door for him to get in. After politely thanking her, Garrido asked to be taken to a street nearby. But a few minutes later when they arrived, he suddenly grabbed her, slipping a handcuff around one of her wrists and locking it.
    Terrified, she slammed on the brakes and hit the horn as she jumped out of the still-moving car. Then with Garrido still in the passenger seat, gripping the other end of the handcuffs, she ran alongside her car still tethered to him.
    “Let me go! Let me go!” she yelled. “I won’t tell anyone.”
    Finally, after making her promise not to go to the police, he unlocked the handcuffs and freed her. But amazingly, he tried to entice her back in her car. When she refused he jumped out, running away into the freezing dark night.
    A few blocks away, beautiful casino blackjack dealer Katie Callaway was preparing for a romantic night with her boyfriend, David Wade. The twenty-five-year-old blonde with a then fashionable Farrah Fawcett haircut had spent the afternoon preparing a crock pot dinner to take over to his house in nearby Stateline, California.
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