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

ID,” Justin said, his volume increasing slightly. It wasn’t a shout, but a carrying, theatrical projection. He wanted the room to hear him. “Because I know for a fact that we do not have a reservation for you.”

I felt the skin on the back of my neck prickle. I glanced around the lobby.

About thirty feet away, sitting in the velvet lounge chairs, were continue reading …