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

and holding his arm out.

I stepped into the elevator. It was unlike any hotel elevator I had ever seen. The walls were lined with dark, smoked glass, and the floor was a single, flawless slab of black granite. There was a small, tufted leather bench against the back wall.

Wilson stepped in behind me. The doors closed, sealing us in the small, confined continue reading …