The guy said, “How can I assist you this evening?”
Reacher said, “I need two rooms.”
“Do you have a reservation?”
“No. This is a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“Let me see what I can do.” The guy opened the ledger and took a fountain pen from his jacket pocket. “How many nights?”
“Let’s start with one. We’ll add more if we need them.”
“No problem. Our standard rate is $85 per night, per room.”
“Let’s say $100, cash, for rooms well away from your other guests.”
The guy glanced left, then right. “We only have three other guests presently. They’re all at the near end of the south wing. How about the two rooms at the far end? You won’t even know the others are there.”
“How about the north wing? Is it empty?”
“It is, but I wouldn’t recommend it. The refurbishment program hasn’t been completed yet.”
“Doesn’t matter to me.”
“To be honest, the refurb hasn’t actually started. The rooms are a bit of a mess.”
“Are they infested? Is there a health hazard of any kind?”
“No. They’re functional. Just a little on the scruffy side.”
“You could say the same about me.” Reacher glanced at the sign on the wall, which directed guests to the two wings. It showed that rooms 101 through 124 were to the north. “Give me 112. My friend will take 114. Assuming they’re adjacent?”
The guy nodded. “They are. Can I have your names?”
“Ambrose Burnside. Nat Kimball.”
The guy took the cap off his pen but Reacher leaned across and closed the ledger.
Reacher said, “$110 per night. You pocket the extra and save yourself the trouble of writing anything down.”
The guy said, “Sorry. Can’t do that.”
“There’s no such word as can’t. You have a simple choice. Pocket fifty dollars for doing absolutely nothing. Or—you don’t want to know about the alternative. Trust me. Be sensible. Take the money.”
The guy was still for a moment. Then he put the cap back on his pen. “It’s $110 every night, if you stay longer. Per room. In cash. To me only. None of my co-workers get to hear about this.”
Reacher counted out $220 and placed the cash on the counter. The guy scooped it up and slipped it into his back pocket. Then he took two white plastic rectangles out of a drawer. “One key each?”
Reacher shook his head. “Two.”
The guy shrugged and pulled out another pair. He poked some buttons on a little machine that was tucked almost out of sight on a low shelf and fed each card in turn into a slot. Then he slid the cards into a pair of cardboard wallets and handed them to Reacher. “Breakfast’s from six till eight. Enjoy your stay.”
* * *
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Reacher led the way down the north corridor. Hannah followed, towing her suitcase. The even numbers were on the left. The odd numbers were on the right. Halfway along they passed room 112, then stopped outside 114. Reacher handed one cardboard wallet to Hannah. He opened the other and took out both keys. He put them in one back pocket, and slid the wallet into the other, where the keys to the room at the Winson Garden still were.
Hannah worked the lock on her door and said, “I’m going to call Danny Peel. See if he can meet us in the morning before he goes to work.”
Reacher said, “Good idea. And, Hannah—do me one favor. Don’t unpack just yet.”
“Why not? You getting fussy about the state of the décor after all?”
“I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll explain then.”
* * *
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Reacher walked back to reception, tapped the bell, and waited for the smart-looking guy to reappear. Then he laid one of the key cards down on the counter.
He said, “This one doesn’t work. Can you reprogram it?”
The guy said, “Did you put it next to your cellphone? Or your credit cards?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well, what about the other one?”
“It worked fine. I went into my room. Then I put it down and came out to speak to my friend. I figured I could get back in with this one, but no luck.”
“Weird.” The guy picked up the card. “No problem, though. I can fix it right away.”
Reacher said, “Room 121.”
The guy worked the buttons on the little machine, dipped the key into the slot, and handed it back. Reacher slipped it into his pocket. Then the guy said, “Wait a minute. You’re in 112. I remember because your friend is next door. Room 114.”