It was now 14 months after the murder and there was still no resolution when a Patricia Rice “look-alike” appeared on the street. Was she a phantom? No. Was she Patricia Rice? No. Jim Black was shocked when he saw her.

“Excuse me, You look like an old friend .”

“ You must be mistaken,” the lady denies.

So much suddenly was racing through Jim’s memory. “May I ask your name?’

“Why?”

“Do you know Patricia Rice; you look like her?”

“No, I’m sorry; I have to catch a train; I must go. I hope you’ll find who you are looking for someday. Here let me give you one of these.” She reached into her handbag, pulled out a gospel tract, handed it to him, and rushed off.

Jim Black sat in his car and took the tract out of his pocket. “This is strange.” It was titled “LOVE NEVER DIES.” He opened it and began to read.