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…

raining down in a glittering cascade.

Ysella flinched, looking up for a microsecond.

It was all Vance needed. He fired a single, silenced shot. The bullet struck Ysella in the shoulder, spinning her backward. The detonator slipped from her grasp, clattering harmlessly across the wet concrete.

I sprinted forward, diving across the floor, and intercepted continue reading …