"Move on to what?" Harvey spat back, half out of irritation and half to keep the groan from escaping his lips. There was little he could do in the position, the lack of control, hell the whole damned situation, what the hell was he doing? He was playing the same games he constantly berated before and after, hypocrisy indeed. He could almost hear the cop's whispered nickname behind the wail of car alarms.

He couldn't bite down a moan this time. "You act like it doesn't effect you." Harvey answered, the breathless quality of his voice no longer so tightly controlled. "But you still want everyone to hear about your damned scars, lies or not. Chicago when you're drunk enough."