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

desk,” he said into the receiver. His tone underwent a jarring, instantaneous shift. The sneering cruelty vanished, replaced by a breathless, urgent professionalism. It was the voice of a man dealing with a crisis.

“I need you and Marcus in the main lobby immediately,” Justin continued, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to flinch. “We have a situation.continue reading …