people. in aspen. we had a brutal murder in a small town. that house has the story to tell. are we going to be able to figure out what that story is? it s the playground of snow, and gold. and she was at its heart. beautiful, privileged. magnetic. whether it was a taxi driver or her movie star friends. she had a very genuine connection with people. but what happened one night in her secluded chalet sent shivers through this glamorous ski town. oh my god. no. i was going into shock. hyperventilating. murder in her sleep. it was a crime of rage. where would investigators start? an ex-boyfriend? there were some stories about a jilted lover. her new tenants? they were a couple that had been pushed over the edge. her old friend? [inaudible] there is no way that she saw what she said she saw. the real killer would stun them all. took my world and just flip it upside down. we were all wrong! everybody was wrong in this case. [inaudible] oh m
no. i was going into shock. hyperventilating. murder in her sleep. it was a crime of rage. where would investigators start? an ex-boyfriend? there were some stories about a jilted lover. her new tenants? they were a couple that had been pushed over the edge. her old friend? [inaudible] there is no way that she saw what she said she saw. the real killer would stun them all. took my world and just flip it upside down. we were all wrong! everybody was wrong in this case. [inaudible] oh my god. a cold night. february 2014. 9-1-1 colors can also be hysterical. this one was all but in comprehensible. i thought my s friend in the closet. she is dead. but then, the sort of thing does not happen to people like the one now lying dead in the closet. she is dead! [inaudible] and certainly not in this zip code. you don t see many homicides here. but there are moments where no person is safe. no person. not this victim. not her securely pampe
it s the playground of snow, and gold. and she was at its heart. beautiful, privileged. magnetic. whether it was a taxi driver or her movie star friends. she had a very genuine connection with people. but what happened one night in her secluded chalet sent shivers through this glamorous ski town. oh my god. no. i was going into shock. hyperventilating. murdered in her sleep. it was a crime of rage. where would investigators start? an ex-boyfriend? there were some stories about a jilted lover. her new tenants? they were a couple that had been pushed over the edge. her old friend? i just remember the hair. there is no way that she saw what she said she saw. the real killer would stun them all. took my world and just flip it upside down. we were all wrong! everybody was wrong in this case. [inaudible] oh my god. a cold night. february 2014. 9-1-1 colors can also be hysterical. this one was all but in comprehensible. i thought my s fr
did you ever think of leaving her? i know she was away a lot. she brought it up all the time. she told me. because aspen has changed so much, that s not sleepy anymore, there s traffic. with her daughter julianna, grown and out of the house by then. nancy at the peak of ski season had no reason for winter in aspen. which is why she rented her house to the retired doctor and the wife from denver. well she sipped her champagne in warmer climate, this year australia. so it was a surprise when this february she notified her friends that she was coming home early. she arrived in aspen saturday, the 22nd of february. kathy carepenter picked her up at the airport. i was with her that evening. i got her back, to get organized. how is it to have her back? it was wonderful. fun. she shared a lot of her video clips that she took on her trip. did you say over the weekend? i did. she asked me if i would say with her. so i did.
Little rich kid. she had the entitlement that every day of life was precious. and should be live to the fullest. nancy was a traveling philanthropist. a devoted environmentalist. she had a daughter too, julianna. born when nancy was 29. and sometimes she took her on the way with her when she traveled. but sometimes she didn t. nancy had a lot of very close friends and people who loved julianna, and we all raised the children together. but usual? certainly. but. she just truly deeply love julianna and did feel that this was her greatest role of her life. was to be a mother. the thing is, nancy trusted people. even with the care of her own daughter. with her house, with her money. like the teller that she happened to meet in the local bank. she loved people, all kinds. it didn t matter who you are.