Keith Morrison

The jurors decided to keep going.

And two hours later, they notified the judge.

They reached a verdict.

When they filed into the courtroom, no doubt, some of the jurors saw Nancy seated just beyond the prosecution table with a tense and searching look in her eyes.

My entire body was tense, and I was holding hands and just looking down, just saying, please, God, let him be guilty.

Because if it was not guilty, I was so fearful that it would give him the opportunity to do a better job.

And the moment they said guilty...

It just, I felt like I could breathe for the first time.

So it was like all of a sudden, I was human again.

Chris Latham, guilty of one count of aiding and abetting.

Wendy Moore, guilty of all four counts against her.

For the prosecutors, those verdicts were about what they'd expected, if not entirely what they'd hoped for.

In spite of the fact that he didn't get the full count against him, he didn't get them all.

It was about nine when Chris Latham's defense attorney, Stephen Schmutz, stepped out of the courthouse and into the chilly night air.

There was a light breeze, felt bracing after a long day spent waiting.

As he walked to his car beneath the streetlights, his shadows skittered across the white sidewalk.

What was he thinking?

Hard to know.

But one thing that surely crossed his mind that evening was the jury.

He must have wondered what happened in the jury room.