Keith Morrison

While Chris was inside with Agent Callahan, Joe Boykin dialed Nancy.

Sweet revenge?

Oh, yes.

Even more so when you consider it was after midnight when Chris Latham finally walked into the Charleston County Detention Center to be booked on conspiracy charges, which meant the date was August 7th, Nancy's birthday.

She slept well that night for the first time in months, said Nancy.

And a few days later, when she saw Agent Boykin, she thanked him again in person.

Chris Latham was in a talkative mood when I spoke with him at the Charleston detention center.

He had dressed like the banker he used to be for our visit, navy blue blazer, powder blue dress shirt.

Must have shrunk a little, though.

The clothes had been made for a bigger man.

He was in his early 50s when I met him, with sandy gray hair and sky blue eyes, and a soft southern voice that seemed designed to radiate calm.

And I want my side of the story told as well.

What do people not understand about you and your situation that they should know?

And what was Chris Latham's side of the story?

Well, it begins with adultery.

Nancy's adultery.

Had his divorce trial not been sidetracked by a certain murder plot, said Chris, his legal team would have proved that in court.

Pot calling the kettle black?

I asked him about those reports from Nancy's private eyes of a woman sneaking into his hotel room, staying all night.

Well, that, said Chris, was a simple misunderstanding.