At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

isn’t dead!” Tala screamed, turning to face me. “I saw her. I saw that lady. Yesterday. Near Old Harbor Street. She was looking out a window. She looked sad, but she is alive!”

A collective gasp sucked the air from the cemetery. Some of the board members scoffed in disgust. Others stared at me, their eyes wide, waiting to see whether the great Jack continue reading …