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

to make the occupant feel like a god looking down on the world.

I walked into the center of the living room and dropped my canvas duffel bag onto the hardwood floor. The heavy fabric landed with a dull, heavy thud that echoed through the massive space.

I turned around.

Andrew Wilson was still standing in the foyer. He hadn’t stepped into the main living continue reading …