Witness Interview: Natalie Waring Natalie Waring, a nail technician at Karol's Klassy Kutz 'n' Nails in Oxford, lives at 21 Virginia Street two units from that of Christian Chambers. Her husband, William Waring Jr., manages the Starlite Motel on Jackson Avenue. Mrs. Waring was interviewed at her home Saturday morning at 7:30 a.m. after the pre-dawn search of the Chambers residence. Only Mrs. Waring was available; Mr. Waring was working at the motel, filling in for a sick desk clerk. N = Detective Terrence Nelson W = Natalie Waring N: Ms. Waring, thank you for talking to me. Please state your name, address and occupation for the record. W: All right -- my name is Natalie Waring -- well, that's Natalie Woodson Waring, if you want my maiden name, too. That's W-a-r-i-n-g; some people try to spell it W-e-a-r-i-n-g. That just gives my husband fits, but I don't mind. Nelson ... are you related to Coach Nelson in Oxford Little League? No? He's a good friend, and that's such a nice family. Where are you from? N: Right around here, but no relation to Coach Nelson. Where is it that you work, Mrs. Waring? W: I'm a certified nail technician at Karol's here in Oxford. Air-brushing nail tips is my specialty. You know, those fancy designs? Don't look at my nails, though; I did a lot of nails yesterday and spilled that acetone all over my own. What a mess. N: Thanks, Ms. Waring. And your address? W: Well, my number's right beside the door where you came in, but I don't mind telling it to you. You have to ask that, don't you? It's 147 Cooley Lane, Ox-- oh, no, no, no, wait a minute, that's our old address! This is 21 Virginia Street (laughs). I guess I'm not awake good yet, am I? We just moved here, let's see ... about five weeks ago -- we bought the place with some money my grandmama left me, and we just love the neighborhood, so quiet. I just can't believe all this commotion in this place, all those blue lights! I just can't believe it! My husband is working, and I'm just so glad to see all of y'all on the job. Just make yourself comfortable -- I'm real sorry about the mess in here but I'm just too tired after work most nights to do much unpacking so far. Just move that box over there and you can sit on the sofa; be careful, though, it's got some of my Precious Moments collectibles in it. N: Yes, ma'am. Can you tell me what you know about your neighbor at 17 Virginia Street -- Christian Chambers? W: That good-looking fellow? Can't miss him, can I? He's Big Bobby Chambers' son, I think he said, and he looks a lot like him, too. You've seen those TV ads, haven't you? I think that family goes to the Methodist church, but I'm not sure, and I don't know where he goes. I think he sleeps in most Sundays, anyway. I go to First Baptist myself. I see his lights on late at night a lot. I think he plays on his computer. I'm always seeing software boxes, anyway, stacked up beside his garbage can on garbage pickup day -- which is tomorrow. Do you need to know that? I think they come by around 7, but sometimes it's later. I can stop the truck if you need me to. N: No, thanks. W: Hmm, where was I ... N: You were telling me what you know about Mr. Chambers. W: Yes. He seems so nice but real quiet, though. I didn't really know him well. I tried to strike up a conversation with him once and he was quiet, kind of reserved, but nice. He didn't say much then, and he never seemed to have time to talk to me after that. I tried a few times. He's not unfriendly. He's just always going somewhere. It's not like he knew me well, even though we're neighbors. You know, he was probably avoiding me all those times I tried to talk to him, now that I think about it, me and my big mouth. You know how I talk. Well, I guess you do -- listen to me go on! I'm just wound up. We've all been watching you officers go in and out of that house all night. Can I offer you a Coke or something? Maybe some coffee? It's just instant, but I can heat some water up in the microwave real quick. N: No, thank you, that's kind of you, but I've had plenty of coffee already. That's not necessary. W: Well, so what did he do? It's got something to do with those Taylor kids' murders, hasn't it? Did he kill them? I heard it might have been. Was it that? The lady next door -- at number 19 -- told me last night that's what she thought it was. I saw the brother over there a couple of times, but I never saw the sister there. Maybe I didn't notice her, though. I just can't believe this! Someone overheard one of the deputies talking about bloodstains or something in the car. Is it true? N: Uh, no, ma'am. The warrants were related to the Taylor case, but I really can't discuss the details while it's under investigation; I'm sorry. Can you tell me if you saw anything unusual about Mr. Chambers' activities? W: What do you mean? He kept late hours and he wasn't much of a partier, but he seemed to be popular with a close circle of friends. No, I can't think of anything unusual. Wait, I heard him spin out of here like a bat out of hell -- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk like that -- real fast one night. That's not like him; usually he drives more careful than that. It was around that time the Taylor's got killed, I think. N: Can you tell me anything else that might give us a clue to his whereabouts on the night of the Taylors' disappearance? Also, if you've got any ideas on his whereabouts now, that would be helpful. W: I knew it! You can't find him, can you? I bet he's long gone. No, I don't know anything else. I didn't know him well enough to know where he might be now. But have you checked any lounges, bars or, I don't know, record companies? Might be he's making his living playing that keyboard somewhere. He'll have to do something now that he's on the run won't he? Maybe he's staying with friends. Have you searched their houses? And maybe you ought to check with the Mexican border police; I hear that lots of fugitives try to head over there. N: Thanks, I'll keep those ideas in mind. W: So, is he dangerous? Should I be scared? I'm here late a lot at night by myself, you know, with my husband's working hours. He's manager over at the Starlite. And me, I don't even have a gun. N: I'm glad to hear that. We see too many accidental shootings. We're putting out an APB on Mr. Chambers now, and he's considered to be armed and dangerous. If you see him, do NOT go up to him and don't try to talk to him or apprehend him yourself. Call us. We'll handle it from there. W: Yes, sir. And don't worry! I know better. I just mind my own business and let the law handle people like him. But I just can't believe this! He's so cute, and he seemed so nice! My Lord. You just never know about people. N: Yes, ma'am. If you think of anything else about Mr. Chambers, would you give me a call? My number's on this card. W: I sure will. Are you sure I can't get you a Coke or something? N: No, ma'am. Thank you.