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had done more to hinder the search than help it, searching without her didn’t seem like it would be a problem. Indeed, on July 16 following her arrest, Casey had three phone conversations—all of which were attempts not to provide new information about Caylee, but to get Tony’s phone number. Taken together they offered a fascinating look at where her thoughts were as her daughter was missing with presumably the entire Orlando area looking for her.

The initial call had been to Cindy Anthony and, like all jailhouse phone calls, it was recorded by the police. Strangely, Casey did not begin the call by expressing concern over her missing daughter, but by referring to the fact that she’d been on TV. From there she proceeded to have a conversation with her mother that overflowed with hostility and put the frustrations of the previous month on display yet again.

CASEY ANTHONY: You don’t know what my involvement is in stuff?

CINDY ANTHONY: Casey.

CASEY ANTHONY: Mom!

CINDY ANTHONY: What?

CASEY ANTHONY: No!

CINDY ANTHONY: I don’t know what your involvement is sweetheart.You keep, you’re not telling me where she’s at.

CASEY ANTHONY: Because I don’t fucking know where she’s at. Are you kidding me?

CINDY ANTHONY: Casey, don’t waste your call screaming and hollering at me.

CASEY ANTHONY: Waste my call sitting in, oh, the, the jail?

CINDY ANTHONY: Well whose fault is it you’re sitting in the jail? Are you blaming me that you’re sitting in the jail?

CASEY ANTHONY: Not my fault.

CINDY ANTHONY: Blame yourself for telling lies. What do you mean it’s not your fault? What do you mean it’s not your fault, sweetheart? If you’d have told them the truth and not lied about everything they wouldn’t . . .

CASEY ANTHONY: Do me a favor, just tell me what Tony’s number is. I don’t want to talk to you right now. Forget it.

Cindy passed the phone to Lee. Once again the conversation was an attempt to try and get Tony’s phone number, and once again, Casey’s family member seemed incredulous that at a time like this, Casey was trying to get Tony’s number rather than strategizing a way to find her daughter. The anger that Casey displayed with her mother carried over to her brother, as she appeared adversarial because her family seemed to care more about Caylee than they did about the fact that she was in jail.

LEE ANTHONY: Hey?

CASEY ANTHONY: Hey, can you give me Tony’s number.

LEE ANTHONY: I, huh, I can do that. I don’t know what real good it’s going to do you at this point.

CASEY ANTHONY: Well, I’d like to talk to him anyway.

LEE ANTHONY: Okay.

CASEY ANTHONY: Because I called to talk to my mother and it’s, it’s a fucking waste. Oh, by the way, I don’t want any of you coming up here when I have my, my first hearing for bond and everything else. Like don’t even fucking waste your times coming up here.

LEE ANTHONY: You know you’re having a real tough, you’re making it real tough for anybody to want to try to, even assist you with giving you somebody’s phone number.

CASEY ANTHONY: See, that’s just it. Every single thing . . .

LEE ANTHONY: You’re not even letting me finish. Like . . .

CASEY ANTHONY: Well, well that’s because . . .

LEE ANTHONY: . . . I really . . .

CASEY ANTHONY: Just go ahead.

LEE ANTHONY: You’re asking me, first you’re asking me for Tony’s phone number so you can call him and then you immediately want to start cussing towards me and saying don’t even worry about coming up here for all this stuff and trying to cut us out. What . . .

CASEY ANTHONY: I’m not trying to cut anybody out.

LEE ANTHONY: I’m not going around and around with you. You know, that, that’s pretty pointless. Uh, I’m not going to go through, you’re not going to put everybody else through the same stuff that you’ve been putting the police and everybody else through the last twenty-four hours, and the stuff you’ve been putting Mom through for the last four or five weeks. I’m done with that. So, you can tell me what’s going on. Kristina would love to talk to you because she thinks that you will tell