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…

assistant in my corporate hierarchy. I had fired him six months ago after an internal audit revealed he was siphoning funds and displaying erratic, obsessive behavior toward the executive staff.

“Got it!” Elliot shouted, breaking my trance. “The receiver is active. It’s pinging from a secluded lodge on the outskirts of Ferncrest Woods, about forty miles continue reading …