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Chapter 11Mario didn’t get a chance to start a background check on Thomas Chase until late the next afternoon. He’d discovered the man’s last name easily enough by going to the band’s website. However— “Who the hell are you, Mr. Chase?” Mario muttered in frustration as he ran searches on the man in question. As far as he could tell, Thomas had appeared out of nowhere five months ago. A check of the payroll tax records for the band showed that he had the requisite ID, a driver’s license, a Social Security number, but none of them pre-dated the time he’d joined Sweet Paradise by more than a month. Before then was a blank. What I need is his fingerprints, but somehow I don’t see him voluntarily giving them to me. On the other hand— Closing the file, which he then secured with a password,