Montmart parked the car and gathered up the notebook. Sam realized he was leaving Floppy in her hands, literally. “Welcome to my casa,” he said, and Sam was surprised it was the Spanish word for home he used instead of the French.
Sam got out with Floppy squirming in her arms. Now that they had arrived at their destination, the cat had decided to try to make his escape. Sam had to hold him tight as she dragged the furry lug into the house.
The interior of Montmart’s home took Sam by surprise. Where Jane’s house had conveyed a light, almost ethereal quality, Philip’s was dark and shadowed. The walls were paneled in a deep Maple, while the furnishings were black and gray. It made the place appear smaller but not cozier. Sam shivered as a cold draft passed through the door as she stepped th
