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…

ocean.”

My head of security, Vance, sat in the passenger seat, his weapon already drawn and resting on his thigh. “Boss, the police chief is calling again. He’s threatening to arrest you for desecrating a grave.”

“Let him try,” I snarled, staring out the rain-streaked window. “Block his number. If the police were in on faking a death certificate, they’re continue reading …