Hartley laughed. “Come now, Cisquito. We both know that you need someone else helping you. And I’m not someone who matters to you. Yes ‘a life is a life’ and all that noble stuff but I can help you. Think of it as penance.”
“What do you gain from this?” Cisco said, cocking his head to the side. “I know well enough that you don’t offer to do anything unless it benefits you in some way.” He took a step toward the other man, closing the gap between them.
