Keith Morrison

But, truth be told, Wendy and her banker boyfriend were decidedly middle-aged.

Well, it wasn't just you and me and Jesus.

As the agents heard again and again, it may have sounded like a summer of frustrated love, said Joe Boykin.

But it wasn't just that.

Oh, no.

Plans were afoot.

Translation?

A lawyer in Kentucky needed another $50,000 to defend Sammy Yenawine.

That's right.

It seemed Chris Latham was somehow covering the legal costs of the man who plotted to kill his wife.

As far as the agents could tell, Chris Latham was doing all he could in those phone calls to keep Wendy close.

After all, she was the one in jail for allegedly plotting to have Chris's wife killed, and the agents were sure she knew things Chris would not want revealed.

Of course, Nancy knew nothing about those calls.

But what she did know was in the weeks after the foiled murder plot became front page news, her husband had not lifted a finger to contact his own daughters.

Not a word of shock or dismay or a pledge of innocence.

Nothing.

During those long months, Nancy had plenty of time to think about the arc of their love affair.

What had happened to the young man she fell in love with at first sight?

And what had happened to her?

Their divorce, it seemed, had brought out the worst in both of them.