"What a sad story." See if he cared. Hartley licked his upper lip in a quick flick of his tongue and picked up what he'd been working on again, lying down on the bed. This was how it worked. He'd liked Axel, really liked him, and Axel had had to screw him over and so it had happened. Now he could keep Axel from getting screwed over and here he was. Hartley felt sick more than gratified, hearing a guy he'd liked so much be this desperate for his help... Man, if he asked for it, Axel would give him anything, just throw him right into the same category as those other guys.

"You're trouble, Axel. That little iPod isn't worth it."