Cries In The Night. Debra Webb

pulled him inside and shut the door. “Whose body?”

      “Garland Hanes,” Bill told him.

      A new surge of adrenaline pumped through Ryan’s veins. “The funeral home attendant?”

      Bill nodded. “The guy who buried the empty coffin.” Bill pulled out his trusty notebook. “Apparently gave himself a third eye and a one-way ticket to hell.” He grinned. “And guess what Memphis’s finest found in the wallet he left behind?”

      Ryan’s tension moved to the next level. “Just tell me what they found.”

      Bill pulled a plastic evidence bag from his inside jacket pocket and waved it in front of Ryan. “A picture of a little girl. A very much alive little girl.” His grin widened. “A little girl named Katlin Jackson.”