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

keycards. They were the discards, the ones that hadn’t been programmed.

He held one up between his index and middle finger, flashing it in my direction like a mocking peace offering.

“Here,” Justin sneered. “You want a keycard so badly? Take it. But you need to take it and leave.”

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the card at me.

It didn’t land on the continue reading …