“Yes.” Banks nodded and removed his own set of keys from a belt clip and opened one of the drawers, hunching over so that his back showed as a shifting mound above the far edge of the desk. “This,” he said, holding up a laminated card with an attached lanyard along with his room key, “will get you meals and access at state parks and monuments if you should choose to visit any over the next few days.”
“Thanks again.” Rob turned nearly all the way to the door before remembering something else. “Justine mentioned that you have an old collection of recordings from the campaign. She also said that you would probably be open to letting me go through them.”
Banks held up his index finger to indicate that he had remembered also, rose from his seat with a grunt, and crossed the room to a set of f
