At my husband’s funeral, my mother-in-law looked me straight in the eye and coldly said, “It’s better for him to d:ie now than to live with the humiliation she brought upon him.”

monitor beneath the satin, and a wireless microphone under Daniel’s collar. Two trauma specialists waited behind the chapel wall. Officers posed as ushers, mourners, and caterers. Only five people knew.

Margaret believed Daniel’s body had been released through a funeral director she controlled. She never realized he had been cooperating with federal continue reading …