The Living Sacrifice List

Jiang Chi spent five years investigating insurance claims, looking into just one thing: whether the person named as beneficiary wanted the policyholder dead. Then she found herself at a funeral with no corpse. Seven banquet tables, seven rules, and before the feast ended, someone had to lie down in the coffin. A list was posted on the wall. It didn't say who had been brought in. It said who had sent them here. Husbands sent wives. Mothers sent daughters. Daughters sent fathers. Their wishes were all so small, so understandable that you might even feel they had a point. Jiang Chi found her own name on the list. The person who sent her here had written down her own name. She couldn't remember a thing.