“The elevator company,” Derek said without turning.

“They stamp a name on everything down here.”

“How many keys are there to this room?”

“Two.

Mine and the one in the door.” He laughed at his own line and pulled open the index drawer, card after card, room by room, aisle by aisle.

On the shelf above it, a spine read 2018 AUDIT, INDEX.

I had put that binder together in my second year, back when I still believed careful work would speak for itself.

I took it down and opened the front pocket.