Freddie sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth. He hadn't ever thought about it. "He...offered," Freddie said slowly. Jesus. "Yes, he offered. I was sick of playing and so I took him up on the offer." In reality, he hadn't been sick of playing, he had been sick of playing for them. Maybe that was why he liked the island so much. He could play for himself.

"But he couldn't have..." He thought about what came after. "Shit."

They'd used him. Twice. No, three times. They hadn't just taken advantage of his presence, they'd set it up.