It was February 26, 2014. Just as the sun was setting over Aspen, Colorado, and the frigid

winter air began its nightly dive towards freezing, the switchboard at a local 911 call center

suddenly lit up. But the caller on the other end was about to tell the operator would shake up

America's poshous city like a snow globe. The caller's name was Kathy

Carpenter and she was so hysterical the 911 operator had trouble understanding her at first.

In a firm and steady tone, the operator asked Kathy to calm down and explain what was going on.

Kathy was hyperventilating,

but she pushed out the words as best as she could.

It was her friend, she said.

She found her friend in the closet, and her friend was dead.

Kathy gave the address of the emergency.

It was the house on Buttermilk Road at the top of the mountain. And then she gave the

name of her friend who had died. Her name was Nancy Fister. Everyone in town knew who Nancy

Fister was. Nancy was like Aspen royalty, a lifelong resident and small town socialite whose

circle of friends included Jack Nichigglinson share even the

dolly llama it was shocking enough that nancy was dead but the way kathy described it was even more

terrifying it looked like murder kathy had found nancy wrapped in sheets stuffed in a closet and there was

blood everywhere in a city that and there was blood everywhere.

In a city that averages less than one homicide a year, the murder of one of its most prominent citizens would quickly become the only story anyone in Aspen was talking about.

And the one question on everyone's mind was, who would have wanted Nancy Fister dead?

It's when your heart starts pounding.

Welcome back to the Rogue Detecting Society headquarters, everyone, for another deep dive into the Darkly Curious.

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