The cold steel blade was pressed tightly against his hot flesh. Sgt. Mike Knight's captor's breath smelled like rotten eggs. "Look at your pretty angel now Sleeping on your empty grave " The heartless man said. Mike struggled to break free. He wanted to run to the woman he loved. He wanted to tell her he was really alive but the evil man said," If you run she will die " Cyndi Lopez dressed all in black, should have been on her honeymoon in Paris but instead she slept on wet, muddy grass against a newly placed headstone that read, "Mike Knight, beloved friend, husband and Police Officer, Born March 12, 1956, Died March 12, 1988. How could Cyndi let this happen? How could she allow herself to fall in love with a man, when she knew it would put him in danger? A danger that would boggle any human mind. Cyndi was no ordinary woman. She had secrets. Secrets that kept her trapped between Heaven and Hell....