CHAPTER 24
“SIR, DROP THE KNIFE.”
The rest of the team fell silent, and only the man in front spoke. His tone was calmer now, even though Kennedy’s ears still rang with the sounds of the men’s angry bellows and ultimatums from a moment earlier.
Anthony wrapped one arm around her chest. She could feel him breathing hard behind her and wasn’t sure if she was the one quivering so much or both of them. She held her breath, trying to creep away from the blade pressed against her skin.
“Sir, you need to drop the knife. Now.”
Kennedy wondered why the agent was so reserved. Couldn’t he see what was happening? Couldn’t he tell she was less than half an inch away from death? How far down was her carotid artery? And once Anthony made the fatal slice, how long would it take to die? Would it feel
