The book thoroughly describes George Floyd’s life, the circumstances surrounding his death and the aftermath of the tragedy.

I kept seeing a pair of fiery red eyes following us around as we traversed through the jungle.

I could hear something breathing heavily, maybe an animal. ‘Roll up the windows,’ the man said, his voice barely above a whisper. I fumbled for the button, my hands shaking.

No one else knew where he went or what he found. The identity of the man, like the secrets he guards, will remain a mystery until the day he dies

The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of stone coffins, each one sealed tight with an ancient lock.

What was supposed to be a quiet family getaway takes a strange and terrifying turn.