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…

just the overture, Jack.

With a trembling hand, I unfolded the heavy cardstock. The message was handwritten in elegant, flowing ink:

You handled the madwoman admirably, brother. But she was merely a distraction—a pawn moved to test your defenses. I am not interested in breaking your heart anymore, Jack. I am coming for your crown. I am coming for your continue reading …