Ryder rubbed the back of his neck. For once in his life, he was boggled--he'd made seen a lot of people cry, but he just couldn't picture Susan doing it.

"Crying," he said. "Shit. Well, it's a damn good indicator, at least. So...what do I do if she cries? Find you?" Disturbing as the thought of a crying Susan was, the idea of trying to deal with it was infinitely more horrifying.