They turned off the main street onto an unpaved road to the old steel mill. There was a locked chain-link fence at the entrance with a sign proclaiming it the new construction site of Almono Riverfront Park.
“We can’t go in,” Peter said, but before he could put his foot on the brake Fanya pushed down on his right knee with both hands, forcing him to accelerate. The car crashed through the fence, hit some barrels, and swerved to the right down a road toward the water. It slammed into a concrete barrier at the river’s edge.
Peter unhooked his seat belt and rolled out of the car to the ground. Fanya opened the passenger door. Her wheelchair was waiting outside the car. She pulled herself in and easily rolled over the rough ground to Peter.
“You crazy b***h! I think I broke my ankle.”
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