Keith Morrison

A possible trespassing rap?

Wouldn't look so good for her in divorce court.

Chris Latham, of course, was not at all ready to let it slide.

He had juice in the Charleston area.

In time, the clerk of the court on Sullivan's Island was feeling the heat to get Nancy's trespassing case on the docket.

In the end, an initial hearing of Nancy's case was put on the court calendar just six days before their divorce case was scheduled to begin.

Nancy hired a lawyer and showed up on time for the late afternoon hearing.

As Nancy and her lawyer, a man named Rutledge, waited, they made small talk weekend plans.

Nancy remembers telling him she might go to her dad's place.

As they talked, Nancy noticed her husband sitting right in front of her, furiously tap, tap, tapping on his phone.

But she didn't notice, as court was called to order, Chris used his phone to snap photos of her.

As she and her lawyer headed out, said Nancy, they noticed that Chris was standing by the door, still tap-tapping on his phone.

What was Chris Latham looking at?

Who had he been texting or emailing?

Nancy had no idea at the time.

Only later, when she saw the hit packet splayed across Kathy Harrow's kitchen table, did she notice that the date and time of that court hearing was scribbled on the pages.

So was her father's home address.

Had Chris Latham somehow been communicating with the hit team that day?

Hard to say, but if he was,

He was out of luck.