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…

“I want to go up,” she demanded, her jaw set. “I was the first to see her. I want to see her safe.”

“You stay in the truck with Elliot,” I told her, my tone leaving no room for argument. “When I bring her down, you’ll be the first face she sees.”

I chambered a round and stepped into the pitch-black stairwell.

The ascent was a nightmare. Fourteen floors continue reading …