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…

The angle was tight, revealing only his sharp profile and a distinctive silver tie pin shaped like a falcon.

My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t need to see his full face. I knew that posture. I knew that arrogant tilt of the chin.

It was my estranged brother, Castor Halberg.

Five years ago, Castor’s reckless, predatory ambitions had threatened to continue reading …