Hartley took a step back before he could think better of it, looking at the ground to avoid looking at James. His chest hurt just being here and he hated that. He pulled his hand out of his jacket, holding the list. Hartley wished he could get the stuff himself, but he had never learned to be a thief. He couldn't wait until he got skilful enough.

He held the list out to James, unfortunately looking at his lips for just a moment too long. Damn this. He wanted nothing to do with this bastard, but contacts were everything around here, even if they were assholes like this. "Can you get them? What's the price?"