"I know you were," Raylan says, still amicable. "I have a witness that puts you in the vicinity of the explosion, in fact, not an hour prior to the event. Bit of a stand-out, what with the staff and all."

He takes another pull from the bottle, the friendliness gone from his expression. "I suppose Chicago has a higher population density, you get more bodies for your buck. Was the store you blew laundering money for Marcone, maybe skimming more than their share? That's the simplest explanation that comes to mind, given your history."