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

stiff white collar of his dress shirt.

The panic was gone.

What remained was absolute, unhinged rage.

CHAPTER 4

The air behind the front desk felt as though it had been entirely sucked out of the room.

Andrew Wilson stood locked in place, his broad shoulders rising and falling with heavy, ragged breaths. The blue light from the computer monitor painted continue reading …