My Life, My Rules (Apparently Not)

Previously

…“Which is?” Gene asked. “My sister’s place. She’s got a boat.” “A boat?” Elizabeth said. “We’re going on the water?” “Better than the air.” Margaret pointed up. Through the trees, a dark shape passed—a helicopter, its searchlight sweeping. “They found us faster than I thought. Hold on.” She veered hard, the sedan bouncing over a ditch and onto a paved road. The helicopter’s light vanished, then reappeared, closing in. Gene stared at the USB in his hand. “This better be worth it.” Elizabeth met his eyes. “It is. It’s our freedom.” The helicopter thundered overhead, and the chase began anew.