Chapter 8 - THE CHASE ALONG THE COAST
When Nathan got the call that the twins had been taken and Marcus had fled the group home, he didn't wait for the police. He boarded his private helicopter, coordinating with a team of security contractors on the ground. They tracked the GPS signal on Marcus's burner phone, watching as a digital dot moved aggressively north along the coastal highway. Marcus was heading for the state line, aiming for a jurisdiction where he had criminal contacts to hide him.
The storm worsened, lightning illuminating the churning ocean beside the highway. Elelliana was safe in police custody, but she was inconsolable, screaming for her brothers. Nathan ordered the pilot to push the chopper through the brutal winds, the machine groaning under the sheer force of the storm. Below them, a convoy of Nathan's black SUVs tore down the slick asphalt, gaining on Marcus's battered van. Marcus realized he was being tailed. Panicking, he swerved violently, trying to lose the professionals in a dangerous game of cat and mouse on a cliffside road. The twins' cries could be heard even over the roar of the van's engine, but Marcus only pressed the accelerator harder to the floor.
