Without warning, she felt a sudden powerful flash of déjà vu. She remembered traveling out to an exotic game park as a child, with her grandmother. They’d pulled up in the car to watch a huge male lion gnawing a carcass at the side of the road. The memory struck her: those great white teeth, tawny fur, the muzzle flecked with blood up to the eyes. The lion had looked up calmly at her through the window glass, with a look just like the one the stranger was giving her now.