._. Day One ._. The door lock clicked as my key card skimmed the sensor, and I pushed into a room that could have belonged to any hotel in any city. Generic art, neutral carpet, and the faint smell of air freshener. After twenty-four hours of travel across eight time zones, three airports, and a rental car driven on the wrong side of the road, I was bone-tired. Local time said 4 pm; my body insisted it was eight hours ear...