He stopped at the northern edge of Commerce City, a bare kilometer from the border crossing. Cara was still crying, but she'd begun to regain control of herself during the drive. When Chase reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder, she turned suddenly and grabbed it, pulling herself across and against him. She began to cry harder. He wasn't sure what to do and so just let her cry. "It's okay," he said softly again and again, brushing back her hair with fingers that smelled of gunpowder.