Chapter Three
“How in the world did coffee spill inside the tower?” Reed crouched over the soggy computer terminal atop Dr. Patel’s desk. The smell of fried wires and dark roast hit his nose.
Beside him, Soldier gave the wet ground a sniff. The little Chihuahua had been Reed’s shadow for the last few weeks. His literal shadow as the small dog sported only three limbs like his human companion.
“Everything was going fine,” said Dr. Patel. “And then the coffee holder suddenly retracted.”
“Coffee holder?” Reed looked around the edge of the desk. There was no coffee holder. He knew that for a fact.
The interior design and functionality inside the medical suite had been his responsibility. That had included ordering the furniture and putting things together. It would be a feat for a one-arm
