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said.
     
    “Well, you said you had some questions for me,” Chester said. “I automatically assumed you wanted to know how I made the pitch to Jameson to leave the club.”
     
    “That wasn’t the reason I called, but that would be interesting to hear.”
     
    “It was simple,” Chester said. “My wife was pregnant with our second kid. I wanted to live a respectable life. So I asked Jameson for an out. He was pissed, but he allowed it. He did make it known, though, that if I ever went to the cops with damning information about the Unknowns, that he’d have someone kill me… but only after killing my wife and kids and making me watch. Charming fellow, isn’t he?”
     
    “No,” Alex said. “Not really.”
     
    “Okay, so what was the real reason you wanted to speak with me?”
     
    “I wanted to know about the Tulsa job. The one with the bank building.”
     
    “Ah, I see,” Chester said. “Can I ask why?”
     
    “You can, but I don’t know that I can tell you. Not yet, anyway. The last three days have been very strange, and I think there might be some information buried in the details of that Tulsa job that might clear some things up.”
     
    “Well, I was only involved in the planning of it,” Chester said. “I wasn’t actually there.”
     
    “I knew that,” Alex said. “But what I really wanted to know if the name Stephen Randall means anything to you.”
     
    Chester thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. “No, that doesn’t ring any bells. Who is that?”
     
    “It’s the name of the systems analyst that was killed in the job.”
     
    “Oh. How the hell did you find that out?”
     
    “That’s where it gets muddy,” Alex said. “I can’t really tell you just yet.”
     
    “Fair enough.”
     
    “What else can you tell me about the job? I always only heard the bare bones and how it was some super-secret but very successful moment for the Unknowns.”
     
    Before Chester could respond, the waitress came by and dropped off their food. Chester took a large bite out of his club sandwich and started answering while he chewed.
     
    “Jameson was running out of cash, and he had someone on the inside that was pretty sure they could help us steal a huge amount from a bank in Tulsa. It was going to take some hacking skills and a few people on the site might have to die, but Jameson was fine with all of that. He sent three goons in through the back after they disabled the alarms on the building – again, thanks to that inside source – and they took out two security guards.
     
    “Now from what I understand, no one was supposed to be in the building after eight o’ clock at night. That’s why we scheduled it at nine thirty. But yeah, there was some guy that had stayed on the floor after hours. The guys Jameson sent had no idea what to do, so they did what came naturally. They killed the poor bastard.”
     
    Alex picked at his burger, but discovered that he was not hungry all of a sudden, not even after the long ride out here.
     
    “All of this is really just a hunch,” Alex said. “One huge, freaky coincidence. And I am hoping that man that was killed was not Stephen Randall. I thought you might be able to tell me.”
     
    “Sorry, man. I have no idea. I don’t even know who the goons were that Jameson sent in to do the job, but there might be someone I can call to get all of that information.”
     
    “Who?” Alex asked.
     
    Chester smiled. “You have things you can’t tell me and, in return, there are things that I can’t tell you. Let’s just say that a man with Jameson’s short fuse and shitty business sense has made a few enemies over the years, and enemies can be a vital source of information.”
     
    “Thanks,” Alex said. “Do you know when you might be able to find out?”
     
    “I guess within a day or so. Is this important information? Do you need it the moment I get it or can it wait?”
     
    “I’d like to have it the moment you find