There is one computer at the Red Queen's Race club. It contains the following messages.
Messages[]
Security protocol[]
Security protocol
From: 
Francis Delgato
To: 
RQR Staff
The club's getting more popular, we're getting more and more VIPs. Goes without saying that's a good thing. BUT it doesn't mean we can let our guard down. Just yesterday, an unidentified person managed to break into the club and spend upwards of twenty minutes inside before anyone noticed. Unacceptable. Let me reiterate: DON'T TALK ABOUT THE CLUB NO INVITATION, NO ENTRY REPORT ANY SUSPICIOUS PERSONS TO SECURITY DON'T TALK ABOUT THE CLUB AND AGAIN: DON'T TALK ABOUT THE CLUB
Mutual friend - today's visit[]
Mutual friend - today's visit
From: Weldon Holt
To: Francis Delgato
Our friend wants to visit the club tonight. He's a bit shaken after today's incident, so please: don't disturb him. We'd like a private room, something cosy, intimate. ----- From:Francis[sic] Delgato To: Weldon Holt RE: Mutual friend - today's visit Sure thing.
IMPORTANT read now[]
IMPORTANT read now
From: Francis Delgato
To: Weldon Holt
Weldon - shit's fucked six ways to Sunday. Rhyne might be dead. I mean, pretty sure he's definitely dead. He came here, went straight to his booth. Nobody besides him, swear to god. But after five hours I was like, what the hell? Usually only stays for two. So I go in to look and fuck me the guy's flatlined. The fuck am I supposed to do now? ----- From: Weldon Holt To: Francis Delgato RE: IMPORTANT read now Do nothing. Wait for my people. Until then, nobody goes in the club. Get the customers, get the staff out of there. Traps shut, all of them. Tell them it's a gas leak, pest control, bomb thret, whatever.
To all: rest of today and tomorrow off[]
To all: rest of today and tomorrow off
From: Francis Delgato
To: Garage Security
We gotta close down early. Already sent the guests home, rest of the staff'll be out soon. I'm waiting for a few people at the moment, but one thing: when they come, send them right to me downstairs, then go straight home. Let the garage know they got the day off tomorrow, all of them. Be in touch when the sich clears up, sit tight for now.
Scratch - where is it?[]
Scratch - where is it?
From: Queen Hyena
To: Weldon Holt
Holt. We got the file you wanted, smashed up the rest. Couldn't smash it more if we tried. Where's the eddies. Peeps starting to mumble we coulda got more from someone else. Much more. So where's tehe fucking scratch Holt.