CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.
JEREMY IRONS
Montmart parked in Virtual Software’s parking lot behind the glass-fronted building. He got out first and went around to open the passenger side door. Sam hadn’t expected this and felt thankful when he also volunteered to carry Floppy. He left the notebook toting to her.
Floppy, reacting to a sense of deja vu aka feline instinct, seemed to know he was on his way home to his owner. He hardly complained except for a low meow when the detective transferred him from Sam’s arms to his.
It was late morning and the smell of coffee brewing for breaks was wafting from office doors on either side of the entranceway. The secretaries and businessme
