Maybe his bank really was closed for the weekend.Maybe his bank really was closed for the weekend. It didn't matter. I considered how I was to proceed, pulled out a small leather folder in which I normally kept my embassy identification papers (more an affectation for the locals... it was the AI's who maintained security at our embassies) and pulled out two twenty unified-dollar bills and handed them over. "You can keep the one. Consider it a deposit on the key," I said, remembering a time when getting a motel room had meant paranoia of a kind. Maybe it still did. I took the keys and returned to the car, finding an empty parking space. We grabbed our flight packs from the back seats and found our room. I opened the door and followed K'meh in, closing and latching the door behind us and snapping the air conditioner on. |