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

name tag. He glanced toward the heavy, frosted glass doors at the far end of the lobby that led to the executive management offices.

He wanted his backup to arrive. He wanted the validation of the uniforms.

“They’ll be here any second,” he muttered, more to reassure himself than to threaten me.

“I know,” I said.

Suddenly, the heavy, muffled sound of brisk continue reading …