Liam turned, panic sharp in his voice. “They’re faster than us. Much faster.” “I know,” Ethan said evenly. “But as long as the motor runs, we’ve got a head start. All we need is time,” Ethan said, looking back at the vessels in pursuit of them. “Time for what?” Liam demanded. “For the Coast Guard to get here.”
The words didn’t comfort Liam. He glanced down at the fuel gauge beside the engine housing. The needle sat low, too low. He swallowed hard. “We don’t have hours, Ethan. We don’t even have one.” The older man’s eyes narrowed. “Then we make it count. We push as far as we can, make them work to catch us.”