Keith Morrison

Callahan went off to do the paperwork, leaving Boykin alone with Wendy.

Whereupon, she sidled up to him and flashed her baby blues.

She leaned over to me and she said...

I know you guys probably don't like me very much, but I could sure use a hug.

A hug?

No, not from Joe Boykin.

All that weekend, Nancy and her two girls had been living under virtual lockdown in the home of her friends, Kathy and Bobby Harrell.

You nervous?

That's the voice of Kathy Harrell.

They were anxious, skittish.

Were there other assassins involved?

Was someone lurking in the woods nearby?

Investigators couldn't be sure.

Though the girls were comfortable in the Herald home, they'd practically grown up there, so it was almost like an extended sleepover.

But the presence of so many armed guards in and around the house felt, well, it felt strange.

They were like Rottweilers guarding the gates against all comers, unsettling, yet reassuring.

That's the voice of Nancy's youngest daughter, Madison.

After the arrests of Wendy Moore and Sam Yenawine, Nancy and Kathy felt sure Chris would be next any day now.

But the days in seclusion just went on and on.

As long as Chris was free, nobody felt safe.