Death in the Past — Richard Moore

There was no escape--no escape at all. He had walked into their trap. Now he was gazing helplessly down the barrel of a pistol. The question wasn't would they shoot, but when. "I'm not working alone, " he managed to say. "You can kill me, but the story will still come out. " "We're not stupid! " one of them snarled. "That's been taken care of! " His kidnappers had killed before--they wouldn't hesitate to kill again. No, there was no escape...none at all!