"Of course it's untraceable. Anyway, his friends will be busy and you should stay home with me for a while. Well. In James' home. Same difference." Hartley grinned and took a sip from his coffee before sitting down next to Axel, stretching out until he had his head in his lap and looked up at him. "It's complicated, but it's definitely not traceable. Some hacking, some clues, some observation. I don't like the next in line, so he's probably getting arrested right now. I've looked and there's someone who doesn't deal with prostitution, so it's going to be him and there will just be some small-time pimps probably. Separation of power."