Susan’s limited success: She knocked off the palm branches and leaves covering her vehicle then drove back to I-95. Her adrenaline surged, but she took long deep breaths and calmed every fiber of her body. Susan wondered how she got away so easily. Running through woods, backyards, and around houses slowed her pace.
The guards and dogs in pursuit could have caught her. She saw dirt bikes with their knobby motorcycle tires leaned up against a building at the BOWO compound. Why did they…