Ianto studied his overloaded keyring. Surely there were some keys he didn’t need? The ones to his flat and the building’s outer door, his car and the set for the SUV, were all necessary. Then there were keys to the tourist office, its cash register, and storage cupboard.
He had keys to the unit where Lisa’s things were stored, one for his safety deposit box at the bank, the keys to his desk in the archives and a small one for his diary so Jack couldn’t snoop…
Nope, they were all essential.
Sighing, he put the lot in his pocket.