Jack in the Box

It was late September 2002 in Grand Haven, Michigan, and the gray skies matched their somber mood. They’d just arrived at a cemetery near the shores of Lake Michigan. It was time to bury the body of a victim they’d spent the past four months trying to avenge.

But so far, it had all been in vain. The detectives watched as the Minister conducted the service with no family, relatives or friends present. Because absolutely no one knew who the victim was.