Kip jerked awake when someone put their hand over his mouth.
“One word, one sound out of you and we kill you now,” a rough voice said.
Kip felt something sharp pressing against his throat and knew the man was holding a knife. He was also wearing a ski mask, as was the second man who stood at the open cell door.
Kip barely nodded as he tried to surreptitiously slide one hand under the pillow.
“Looking for this?” The man held up Kip’s gun, pointing it at him.
If that doesn’t clue him in this is a set-up…
Apparently it didn’t, because the man pocketed the gun then gripped Kip’s arm, jerking him to his feet. Twisting him around, the man pulled Kip tightly to his chest and wrapped one arm around him, the point of the knife in his other hand pressing against Kip’s throat. “We’re going to w
