friends, and it s depending on the day. and someday, she would boss me around. and i would express how i felt. and she always apologized. and her friends, forgave. because they loved nancy for who she was. and investigators now had to figure out if someone in nancy s life had stopped loving her. or if she had simply opened herself up to the wrong person. we re working diligently at that point to follow up on others that were coming in. like? the leads of other people in the community that may have had some resentment towards nancy. like perhaps a jilted lover. one of them may have harbored some hidden rage. her friends knew that the irreplaceable nancy was also a woman who fell in and out of love. often. usually nancy is having affairs, or romances. they didn t last a long time. because there were some stories
mary met nancy when they were both teenagers. you cannot come to this town without meeting nancy. come on really? everybody met her at one point or another. i have never known another person like her. as joyful and a outsized personality and all of that that she was. she had a very deep and soulful connection to the world. some special sauce in nancy. and when she smiled? there were just pure radiance. it was just beaming. billy was closer to nancy than anybody. almost like a brother. it was like she had a secret and she wanted to share it with you. and that secret was let s all lighten up and have fun and enjoy life and be grateful. nancy had reason to be grateful. she was born into a legendary aspen fan family led by local royalty.
keith morrison: on march 14, three weeks after nancy pfister was murdered, kathy carpenter, like the stylers before her, was charged with first degree murder and put in the county jail. the newest suspect arrested was katherine carpenter. keith morrison: billy clayton had been on the phone with kathy, just the day before, discussing nancy s memorial service. and i think i was supposed to get something for her to wear to the memorial. keith morrison: but now she was behind bars. seemed crazy, but in a town that could barely believe one of its own had been murdered, anything seemed possible now. i should have been surprised or shocked or something. but at that moment, i just i was like, who knows. anything could happen. i just i it didn t make any sense at all why anyone would kill her. keith morrison: and so, as billy and the others went on finalizing memorial plans, kathy,
but there was no hiding now. when the crime scene personnel started taking a look, they flipped the mattress and found blood on the bottom part of the mattress. keith morrison: so it was clear, nancy was killed on the bed, dragged to the closet, stashed there, wrapped up like a mummy. then whoever did it took the extra trouble to flip the mattress in an effort to hide the soaked-in pool of blood. andrea bryan was the deputy district attorney and started working on the case the night nancy s body was found. we learned that she had died from blunt force trauma night the body was found. we know that she had to die from blunt force trauma to the head. several blows to the head. any defensive wounds? no. so it appeared to come out of the blue for her? it did appear to be yes, a premeditated crime that occurred while she was sleeping. it it looked like it had happened monday morning.
so she and dr. trey and his wife, who also happen to be named nancy. they all live together like roommates. she said i m going to take you under my wing, and have my friends. and i know a lot of people around here. but now, in february 2014. at just 57. nancy was gone. murdered! apparently in her own bed. while the grave was still very fresh, much of aspen crowded into the storied, hotel drone. for our memorial, that was more like a goodbye party. i remember when she died, we need to celebrate her life. that s what she would ve wanted. because her life was a celebration. except one person. notably absent from the overflow crowd wasn t celebrating. but certainly could hear the music and laughter that burst out of the hotel windows that night and drifted down the street. , and into a particular cell. in the county jail.