“I saw your droid at the airport,” Leigh typed into her phone.
Almost immediately, Steve Fibonacci wrote back.
“His name is Dennis. Hey! I will be on a delivery at the Perlman Building, two blocks up from you. Let’s have coffee. 10:30? There’s a place on street level right there. You have the time?”
Leigh checked her watch. 9:05. “Yes. Perfect.”
Alicia appeared in her doorway. She crooked her index finger in a “come here” gesture and then used the same finger to point repeatedly down the hall. ...
