Chapter One
Like old celluloid playing in front of her eyes, the mellow glow of the neighborhood lights mixed with the evening fog making the world appear a little less than real. It felt as if she’d played this night before. Deja vu perhaps. Or maybe it was simply something ancient rattling through her chilled slight shoulders. She huddled inside her wool coat and took the steps of the brownstone swiftly. Her key in the lock, she was inside within seconds, setting her sack of groceries on the hall table where it teetered precariously until she had her coat hung on the rack by the door, her gloves and purse on the chair beside it.
On her way through the dining room, she saw the light on the answering machine blinking red, and pushed the button. “Dana, this is Nick. We have stuff to talk
