Keith Morrison

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.

The hitman, Sammy Yenawine, had returned to Louisville.

Is that why Nancy survived?

It was another restless night for Nancy Latham.

She'd had so many since the plot on her life was uncovered, tossing and turning.

The clock radio's red numerals seemed to mock her as she counted down the hours till daylight.

She flipped the pillow to the cool side and tried to drift off.

But no, her mind kept churning, recycling the same old thoughts.

She still couldn't fathom it.