Déjà Vu

Deja Vu

Prologue
Maggie Spritzer entered her office, turned on the lights, closed the door, kicked off her high heels, tossed her backpack in a chair, and sat down behind her desk.  She wiggled her feet into a pair of scuffed sneakers without heels and settled down to do what she had done at 5:45 in the morning every day since becoming the EIC—read the current edition of the Post just as it hit the streets.
She could have read or skimmed through the online edition, but she was a newspaper person with every bone in her body.  She was one of those people who needed to hold the paper in her hands and get black newsprint on her hands. She was also the kind of person who would never ever read a book on a Kindle or any of those other electronic devices.  In her opinion, there was something bordering on the sacrilegious about doing that.
As she scanned the front page, her left hand was fumbling in the bag of sugary donuts she’d stopped to purchase on her way to the office.  As her eyes followed the printed columns, her right hand was removing the lid of one of the two coffees she’d purchased at the donut shop.
Speed reader that she was, Maggie ripped through the paper, then went back and started over.  The second time, she picked out a column, a tidbit, or a story that had caught her eye on the first go-round.
An hour from now, if given a quiz, Maggie would ace it, right down to the page and size of the article she was being quizzed on.  “It’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she muttered to herself.
She frowned when she saw it on the Police Beat page.  She read through the two-inch notice, then read it a second time. She saw notices like this one every day.  Why was this one bothering her?  It was not until the third time she read it that she made the connection.  Upscale medical building torched.  Four offices burned beyond repair.  Everything destroyed, including the medical files of the patients in each of the offices.  Dermatology, OB GYN, Plastic Surgery, Podiatry.  Okayyy.
Building owned by the four doctors, who had been partners since 1983.  Thriving practices.  So what was it that was bothering her?  She read the names of the doctors again and again, then one final time before it jumped out at her. Dr. Laura Valentine.  “Yesssss!”  Julia Webster, one of the original Vigilantes, had worked with Dr. Valentine.  Julia had been a well-known plastic surgeon before her death.
The fire marshal was going to hold a press conference later that afternoon.  Maggie made a mental note to tune in.

From DÉJÀ VU by Fern Michaels.  Copyright © 2010 by MRK Productions. All rights reserved.  Published by arrangement with Zebra Books/Kensington Publishing Corp.