Chapter 7: The Chase Across the Potomac
Vivian’s high-heeled shoes slammed against the wet marble of the driveway as she sprinted toward her red Mercedes-Benz AMG sedan. Thunder boomed across the Virginia sky, lightning flashing to reveal her frantic, terrified face. She started the engine, the powerful V8 motor roaring to life, spraying gravel as she accelerated wildly through the iron gates of the estate.
"She's heading toward Washington D.C.!" David shouted, sliding into the passenger seat of Sarah’s F-150 as Sarah slammed the truck into gear. "Her brother’s campaign headquarters is in Arlington! She’s trying to reach him before the federal warrants drop!"
The high-speed pursuit tore down Highway 29 under the pouring rain. Sarah drove with surgical precision, utilizing her military convoy training to weave through midnight traffic, her heavy V8 engine roaring in relentless pursuit. The red taillights of Vivian’s Mercedes remained in sight, flying wildly across lane lines.
"FBI units are mobilizing," David called out over the sound of the storm, tracking the federal dispatch on his tablet. "They've issued an emergency arrest warrant for Marcus Thorne and Vivian Miller on charges of treason, murder, and wire fraud. They're setting up a roadblock at the Potomac River bridge!"
Up ahead, the massive steel suspension bridge spanning the dark, turbulent waters of the Potomac River loomed out of the fog. Bright blue and red lights flashing from dozens of Virginia State Police cruisers and FBI armored SUVs completely blocked all four lanes of traffic.
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Vivian saw the roadblock too late. She slammed on her brakes, her tires screeching violently against the slick asphalt. The Mercedes spun out of control, crashing hard into the concrete barrier near the center of the bridge, steam pouring from its crumpled hood.
