“Like hell you’re not,” Dumas grumbled under his breath.  But experience had taught him that Chester wouldn’t reveal anything until he was good and ready.  So, instead of pressing the magician for an explanation, Dumas returned his gaze to the screens.  DEE’s sensors had automatically detected the sophisticated hologram surrounding Mr. W. Alrus and triggered a minor alert.  Dumas held his breath as the security system unscrambled the false information, allowing him to see who was truly sitting with Steven Radcliff.  Then he grimaced.  He almost would have preferred a known criminal to Chester.  Was Chester going to prank the billionaire?  That sounded like a lawsuit waiting to happen.<br/><br/>A commotion on the main dance floor temporarily distracted Dumas from Steven Radcliff.  Slowly, like two pieces of flotsam carried on a gradually swelling wave, his eyebrows rose as he listened to Chester’s announcement.  White was going to play piano?  How the hell had Chester smuggled a piano into the club without him noticing? No, Dumas decided -- he didn’t want to know.  He really didn’t.<br/><br/>And then things got even stranger (if that was still possible).  Dumas knew White’s real name.  As with everyone else who worked at Wonderland, it was part of the dj’s employment record.  But he’d never made the connection between William Radcliff and Steven Radcliff.  Was White related to the billionaire?  And if so, why the hell was he so protective of his groceries?<br/><br/>Dumas had no idea what was about to happen next.  And he had no idea if he’d want to hug or throttle Chester after it was all over.  But the magician would surely be gratified to know that he had at least one member of his audience on the edge of their seat.