I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

different.

Wilson turned his head slowly, dragging his eyes away from the glowing crimson banner on the computer screen. He looked at Justin.

The color had returned to the General Manager’s face, but it was no longer the healthy tan of a California executive. It was a deep, mottled red. The veins in his neck were distended, pulsing visibly against the continue reading …