3:08:15 AM

Gordon Reeves handed Marcos’ gun to his son. “Jason, you remember last summer when we shot the tin cans?” Reeves asked.

“Yes,” Jason said.

“What I want you to do is line up your shot right in his chest, if he so much as burps, you have my permission to shoot him.”

“Okay, daddy,” Jason said.

“He may not be Jack Bauer,” Reeves said. “But he can sure as hell take you down from short range, so don’t get any ideas.”Reeves motioned for Marcos to sit in the empty chair. And then bound his arms behind his back. “The secret is you work in teams. That way if the captive gets a jump on one of you, there’s someone to back you up. Now, where were we?”

Marcos was silent.

Reeves surveyed the room and smiled. He plucked a nail from the wall. “Surgery is not my specialty, Marcos,” Reeves said, gagging him. He traced a line across his stomach. “So, I’m not gonna lie. This is gonna hurt a little bit.”

“AYE’LLLLL TAHHHHK!!!”

Reeves removed the gag. “Good, let’s get started. Who hired you to kidnap my son?”