“Samuel Knight’s body was stolen from the house,” the policeman said in an awe-inspiring tone.

“Samuel Knight’s body was stolen! Impossible!” Jackson replied.

“Yes. You didn’t hear of it?”

“Hear of it?” Jackson echoed. “No! I haven’t heard of it whatsoever. I can’t believe it. God, Samuel’s body, was stolen. It sounds impossible to me. Do you have any clue who stole it?”

“We don’t know. It was lying in state in the living room at the home, awaiting the undertaker to pick it up.”

“Wasn’t the body watched?”

“No. Why should it be watched? Who would have supposed for one single minute someone would come and steal the body?”

“We don’t have any idea. Tim Collins, the undertaker, arrived this morning and found the body gone. One of the windows was open in the room, and Doctor Clair was the only one with a key.”

“Any theories on who might have done something like that?”

“The Chief thinks someone hid under the table with a big cloth hanging to the floor draped over it. So, someone hid under the cloth until all was quiet and the door locked and then came out, stole the body, and went out the window.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like this in all my life,” exclaimed Jackson.

The big question is, why was Samuel killed, and what happened to the body?

Book one: Room of Death-Here Today and Gone Tomorrow

Book two: FATE-Eventually Everything Connects

Book three: Standing in The Shadow of Death-The Sword of Damascus