Pheasant, Ridge Arizona. April 27 2011

I've always known Josh; his full name is Joshua Peter Wetterling. He is 25 years old and has light brown hair. He is overweight at 210 lbs and 5ft 6 inches tall.
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Josh and I have always been on the same softball team, Stick Talk. It's a local adult softball team, and we play for fun. We're a good team. This season we are 9 and 3. I pitch, and Josh plays 3rd. It is common for Josh to come to our house after a game. We drink a few beers, bbq and hang out. It's really casual, you know. Our daughter and our pets know Josh. He has always been part of the family.
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My daughter is Ayla; she is five years old. Pretty little thing with blond hair and blue eyes. Real All-American girl. She likes to laugh a lot. Ayla has known Josh since she was born. There was never anything unusual about how they interacted. He is like an uncle to her. She even called him Uncle Josh.
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On Saturday, August 27th, we played the Los Pirates at Desert West Sports Complex on Encanto Blvd. It wasn't a serious game; we were still preparing for the playoffs. But we won, 3-1. It was a fun game. After the match, several of the team returned to my house for a bbq and swimming. My wife, Laura and I live on W. Berkeley Rd. We have a nice big yard and a pool. It's an excellent place to hang out. I fired up the bbq, and the kids were in the pool. The pitcher, Scott, was there with his wife, Emily and their daughter Mary. Josh was there.
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After eating, the ladies cleaned up, and the guys and I drank a couple of beers in the yard. It must have been about 10 pm now. And Mary was tired, so Scott and Emily went home. Josh and I stayed out in the yard drinking beer. At around 11:30, Laura told me that Ayla had fallen asleep on the couch. She then went to bed. Around 1:30 am, I told Josh I was tired and going to bed, but he could see himself out when he finished his beer. So I went into the house, picked up Ayla and carried her to her bedroom. Then I went to bed.
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At 8:30 on Sunday morning, Laura went to get Ayla out of bed. Ayla’s bed was unmade. Her teddies were on the ground next to the bed, but Ayla wasn't in bed. Laura then went into the living room to see if Ayla was watching cartoons. At about 8:45, Laura got me out of bed because she couldn't find Ayla. So I went into the garage to look for her and saw that my truck was missing. It is a blue 2002 GMC Sierra pickup. I ran back into the house and grabbed the phone.
At 8:55, I called Josh to ask if he had my truck. He didn't answer the phone. Laura had been up and down the street. She looked walked down W Holly St and N 85th Lane. At about 9:15, I called you guys.
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My daughter and truck are missing, and my friend took them both.
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Sincerely,
James Anderson