At 8 a.m. Nicole’s alarm rang. I don’t remember setting that, she thought. When she went to turn it off, she saw a note taped to it: Glad you were able to rest. Good luck today at the library.
Nicole smiled at her friend’s note and stretched as she stood up. She pulled on her pink robe and considered how it really was deja vu after all. She first felt that familiar tingle the previous night at the cafe, and again she found herself waking up in her house, thinking about a murder, while Lia was staying with her and leaving her notes. The only difference was that her cafe was being implicated this time. She shuddered at the thought and put her slippers on, heading to the kitchen to get coffee.
While she enjoyed using her French Press many mornings, she knew her stomach wouldn’t be able to h
