Richards chuckles, giving a nod. "That boy is certainly crazy enough for that. His history tells that much. I have a question, Neil."

Arcade glances between them. It's rather sudden.

"This is just between us, all right? Novac's been wanting to do something for a while, and while you're here, I thought to ask you. What's Alex's birthdate?"

Arcade exhales a short laugh. "Seriously?"

Richards almost scoffs. "That boy belonged to this town before he was a bigshot. They're quiet about it, but they're proud of him."