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…

of darkness, broken only by the sporadic beams of our tactical lights. With every flight, the wind grew fiercer, whistling through the empty elevator shafts like tortured spirits. My legs burned, my lungs ached, but the image of Mirelle in that desolate room drove me upward relentlessly.

As we reached the thirteenth-floor landing, Vance held up a fist.continue reading …