Keith Morrison

An imagined scene, to be sure.

But so vivid and so real that Nancy felt it couldn't be truer if she'd actually seen it with her own eyes.

It was late in the day when the black suburban rolled to a stop in front of the big beach house on Sullivan's Island.

A cool breeze was coming off the ocean, and the pinkish afternoon light had a glow to it, like the inside of a shell.

It had been just 12 hours since the plot to kill Nancy Latham was exposed.

The ATF agents riding in the Suburban had Nancy in a secure location, and agents in Kentucky had the alleged trigger man, Sammy Yenawine, under surveillance.

Now it was time to approach the woman who seemed to be at the center of it all.

Yenawine's ex-wife and Chris Latham's current girlfriend, Wendy Moore.

They didn't have enough to make an arrest yet, but they were hoping to get lucky.

Maybe a spontaneous confession?

According to ATF agent Bobby Callahan, Wendy met them at the door.

We confronted Wendy that evening in the hopes that maybe she would cooperate with us.

She chose not to.

What was her reaction to your question and your presence?

She seemed surprised, and she indicated to us that she would like to have a lawyer.

With that, Wendy turned on her heels and vanished behind a closing door.

The agents were barely back in their cars when, ten miles away in Charleston, a cell phone buzzed.

And Chris Latham answered.

Well, now, what's a straight arrow type of guy to do in a situation like that?

Call the soon-to-be ex-wife to see if she and the children are okay?