The lock clicked shut behind me, and I stood there in the dim light, swallowing hard. I didn’t test the door. There was no point. It locked from the outside, and I already knew there would be no release until morning. That was the expectation—no, the rule. The spare bedroom was barren, stripped down to the essentials. A twin-sized mattress lay on the floor, thin sheets, no pillows. A small nightstand with a single lamp, a...