Chapter 20 - The Potomac Pursuit
Vivian received the prison breach alert while driving back down Interstate 95 toward Washington D.C.
“Chloe’s been sprung from the medical wing,” Harrison reported, his phone pressed to his ear.
“They’re heading toward a private airfield near the Potomac River,” he added frantically.
Vivian didn't hesitate; she slammed the accelerator down, the heavy SUV surging forward at ninety miles per hour.
“Arthur, contact the Coast Guard station at Alexandria!” Vivian barked.
“Tell them to lock down every private boat slip between National Airport and Mount Vernon!”
Ten minutes later, Vivian’s SUV arrived at the private river marina just as a luxury yacht was untying its mooring lines.
Chloe stood on the upper deck of the yacht, flanked by three armed Vanguard contractors.
Vivian pulled the SUV onto the wooden dock, stopping five feet from the water’s edge.
She stepped out into the pouring rain, holding her military service sidearm trained directly on the yacht’s bridge.
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“Cut your engines immediately!” Vivian’s voice boomed across the river.
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