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…

and wild. In her hand, she held a heavy industrial detonator, its wires snaking across the wet floor toward a bundle of explosives strapped to the base of Mirelle’s chair.

My men immediately leveled their rifles at her, laser sights painting her chest with red dots.

“Back off!” Ysella screamed, her thumb hovering over the trigger. “If you come one step continue reading …