circle.”
“And Brittany?”
“She was always on the fringe. Last I heard Brittany had married Lee Peterson and they have a bunch of kids. I think I heard they live in Meadow Village. Shelby married Wyatt Iverson. She’d started dating him after she and Tanner broke up. Wyatt’s father was a contractor who built a lot of the huge vacation homes. It was his maintenance cabin where Tanner stayed with his equipment.” He stopped, a faraway look coming to his gaze. “Shelby has a yoga studio near the Gallatin River.”
For a life he’d put behind him, Jordan certainly knew a lot about the players, Liza thought as she closed her notebook.
Chapter Five
Yogamotion was in a narrow complex built of log and stone, Western-style. Liza pushed open the door to find the inside brightly painted around walls of shiny mirrors.
According to the schedule she’d seen on the door, the next class wasn’t for a couple of hours. A lithe young woman sat behind a large desk in a room off to the side. She was talking on a cell phone, but looked up as the door closed behind Liza.
“You should be getting the check any day. I’m sorry, but I have to go,” she said into the phone and slowly snapped it shut, never taking her eyes off the deputy marshal.
“Shelby Iverson?”
As the woman got to her feet she took in Liza’s attire, the boots, jeans and tan uniform shirt with the silver star on it. “I’m Shelby Durran-Iverson .”
“Liza Turner, deputy marshal.” Big Sky was small enough that Liza had seen Shelby around. The canyon resort was situated such that there were pockets of development, some pricier than others depending on where you lived.
Shelby lived in a large single-family home on the north side of the mountain on the way to Mountain Village, while Liza lived in a condo in Meadow Village. She and Shelby didn’t cross paths a lot.
“I’d like to ask you a few questions,” the deputy said.
“Me?” The catch in her throat was merely for effect. Shelby Durran-Iverson had been expecting a visit from the marshal’s office. Everyone within fifty miles would have heard about Alex Winslow’s murder at the falls last night. Word would have spread through Big Sky like a fast-moving avalanche.
Liza had to wonder though, why Shelby thought she would be questioned. “It’s about the shooting last night.”
“I don’t know anything about it,” she said.
“But you knew Alex.”
“Sure. Everyone from around here knew him.”
“You went to high school with him?” Liza asked pulling her notebook and pen from her pocket.
“Do I need a lawyer?”
“You tell me. Did you shoot Alex?”
“No.” Shelby sounded shocked that Liza would even suggest such a thing.
“Then I guess you don’t need a lawyer. I just need to ask you a few questions so I can find the person who did shoot him.”
“I still can’t see how I can help.” But she motioned Liza to a chair and took her own behind the desk again. Liza could tell that Shelby was hoping to learn more about the murder, getting more information out of her than she provided.
Settling into a chair across the desk from her, Liza studied Shelby. She was a shapely blonde who looked as if she just stepped out of a magazine ad. Her hair was pulled up in a sleek ponytail. Everything about her seemed planned for maximum effect from her makeup to her jewelry and the clothes on her back. She wore a flattering coral velvet designer sweatsuit that brought out the blue of her eyes and accentuated her well-toned body.
“I understand you used to date Tanner Cole,” Liza said.
“ Tanner? I thought you were here about Alex?”
“Did you date Alex, too?”
“No.” She shook her head, the ponytail sweeping back and forth. “You’re confusing me.” She flashed a perfect-toothed smile, clearly a girl who’d had braces.
“I don’t want to confuse you. So you dated Tanner how long?”
She frowned, still confused apparently. “Till just before Christmas of our
“And Brittany?”
“She was always on the fringe. Last I heard Brittany had married Lee Peterson and they have a bunch of kids. I think I heard they live in Meadow Village. Shelby married Wyatt Iverson. She’d started dating him after she and Tanner broke up. Wyatt’s father was a contractor who built a lot of the huge vacation homes. It was his maintenance cabin where Tanner stayed with his equipment.” He stopped, a faraway look coming to his gaze. “Shelby has a yoga studio near the Gallatin River.”
For a life he’d put behind him, Jordan certainly knew a lot about the players, Liza thought as she closed her notebook.
Chapter Five
Yogamotion was in a narrow complex built of log and stone, Western-style. Liza pushed open the door to find the inside brightly painted around walls of shiny mirrors.
According to the schedule she’d seen on the door, the next class wasn’t for a couple of hours. A lithe young woman sat behind a large desk in a room off to the side. She was talking on a cell phone, but looked up as the door closed behind Liza.
“You should be getting the check any day. I’m sorry, but I have to go,” she said into the phone and slowly snapped it shut, never taking her eyes off the deputy marshal.
“Shelby Iverson?”
As the woman got to her feet she took in Liza’s attire, the boots, jeans and tan uniform shirt with the silver star on it. “I’m Shelby Durran-Iverson .”
“Liza Turner, deputy marshal.” Big Sky was small enough that Liza had seen Shelby around. The canyon resort was situated such that there were pockets of development, some pricier than others depending on where you lived.
Shelby lived in a large single-family home on the north side of the mountain on the way to Mountain Village, while Liza lived in a condo in Meadow Village. She and Shelby didn’t cross paths a lot.
“I’d like to ask you a few questions,” the deputy said.
“Me?” The catch in her throat was merely for effect. Shelby Durran-Iverson had been expecting a visit from the marshal’s office. Everyone within fifty miles would have heard about Alex Winslow’s murder at the falls last night. Word would have spread through Big Sky like a fast-moving avalanche.
Liza had to wonder though, why Shelby thought she would be questioned. “It’s about the shooting last night.”
“I don’t know anything about it,” she said.
“But you knew Alex.”
“Sure. Everyone from around here knew him.”
“You went to high school with him?” Liza asked pulling her notebook and pen from her pocket.
“Do I need a lawyer?”
“You tell me. Did you shoot Alex?”
“No.” Shelby sounded shocked that Liza would even suggest such a thing.
“Then I guess you don’t need a lawyer. I just need to ask you a few questions so I can find the person who did shoot him.”
“I still can’t see how I can help.” But she motioned Liza to a chair and took her own behind the desk again. Liza could tell that Shelby was hoping to learn more about the murder, getting more information out of her than she provided.
Settling into a chair across the desk from her, Liza studied Shelby. She was a shapely blonde who looked as if she just stepped out of a magazine ad. Her hair was pulled up in a sleek ponytail. Everything about her seemed planned for maximum effect from her makeup to her jewelry and the clothes on her back. She wore a flattering coral velvet designer sweatsuit that brought out the blue of her eyes and accentuated her well-toned body.
“I understand you used to date Tanner Cole,” Liza said.
“ Tanner? I thought you were here about Alex?”
“Did you date Alex, too?”
“No.” She shook her head, the ponytail sweeping back and forth. “You’re confusing me.” She flashed a perfect-toothed smile, clearly a girl who’d had braces.
“I don’t want to confuse you. So you dated Tanner how long?”
She frowned, still confused apparently. “Till just before Christmas of our
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