"You got kicked out, huh? And you want to get back in and get your shit?" Well, that sounded fun. James smirked and reached out, throwing an arm around Hartley's shoulder with a bright grin. "I'm your man. Trust me, forget whatever loser you were going to pick. I can do this for you. Of course then you'd owe me something else so I guess it's up to you if you can foot the bill but if you pick the wrong guy and you can't pay up fast enough, you'll be beaten to a pulp."

And no one wanted to see that. It would be a shame if someone beat Hartley down, he had a nice face. Objectively. "Or at the very least, let me recommend people? Give me the name. If you trust them, I'll say. For a little fee." What? He wasn't in the charity business. "Only a little one. Wouldn't you rather be safe than sorry?"