"I know." Raylan takes the list, looking it over with a tiny frown on his face. He's not familiar with any of the names on this list save Marcone's, and he doesn't think the Dixie mafia has much to do with people this far north. He grunts, a mixed expression of annoyance and resignation, and hauls himself to his feet. "Thank you. You have a reliable number where I can contact you? I'd rather not go hunting around half of Chicago again if I have more questions."

He's starting for the door as he says it, fishing out his keys and making a mental list of priorities without really waiting to see if Lia or Harry are following. They will. It's not until he's almost at the rental that he stops, frowning at the vehicle with his finger on the button to unlock the doors.

Something's making him uneasy, and it's not the names or the magician. Wizard. Whatever. He takes a few steps back and pushes the unlock button - and the car beeps and the locks give with a quiet clunk. He waits. When nothing explodes, he shifts forward slowly to check the wheel wells, check under the car, tucking the list in his pocket and holding his hat on his head as he does so. "Lia," he says, absently. "Stand clear a minute."