Keith Morrison

In this episode, you'll hear from the man now on the receiving end of Nancy's metaphorical bat.

Chris Latham.

Nancy tried to break into my home.

You'll hear two lovebirds, alleged conspirators, cooing on a recorded line.

And you'll hear how one of the plotters suddenly died behind bars, taking crucial secrets to the grave.

I'm Keith Morrison, and this is episode four of Murder and Magnolias, a podcast from Dateline.

Every day they queued up beside the telephones, women all dressed in the same baggy prison scrubs, unflattering gray and white horizontal stripes.

An observer in the women's section of the Al Cannon Detention Center in Charleston would have noticed a tall blonde standing by the phones.

She was almost always there, either on the phone or waiting for one.

Though her collect calls to the outside were limited to 15 minutes, Wendy made dozens of them.

Anyone standing within earshot would have known she was speaking to a lover who was on the outside.

Oh, yes, the intensity of young love.

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.