He looked down at her, the touch soothing him some even though he didn't really want it to. "They'll still look," he told her, lifting a hand to her face. "I would. They have resources. They'll know. They'll find a way. Don't worry, Chloe. I'll take care of everything." He smiled at her, then took her hand as the elevator doors slid open. He
tugged her out of it and toward the car he'd stolen.