My Life, My Rules (Apparently Not)

Previously

…But as they were led away, Elizabeth caught Gene’s eye. He raised his eyebrows slightly, then looked down at his collar. She understood. The real USB was still in Truffles’ collar, back at the cabin. This one was a decoy they’d swapped in the car. The helicopter pilot gave them a thumbs-up. The chase was over. But the real victory was just beginning. Millie, still holding her pool noodle, waved cheerfully as they were loaded into a van. “I’ll keep the unicorn for next time!” she called. Elizabeth leaned against Gene. “Next time, we’re renting a boat.” “I’m writing a letter to the universe about that,” Gene said. “Write it in triplicate.” And the van doors closed.