Keith Morrison

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.

Even Nancy's divorce attorney could see that.

Nancy knew it was true, but in those bitter months before the hit packet surfaced,

Nancy just hadn't been able to stop.

She couldn't stop collecting evidence of her husband's affair, couldn't stop throwing zingers his way at depositions, couldn't pass up an opportunity to shame him.

Things got so bad at one point, Chris sent a memo with her photo to the bank security officers, instructing them to evict her if she entered bank property for a non-banking purpose, or if she started making a scene, which she did, frequently.

And during one of those days at the bank, she bumped into a woman she knew sitting in the lobby.

The woman's name was Coco Latham.

All that was before she learned about the plan to have her killed.