Just One Look by Harlan Coben

Author:Harlan Coben [Coben, Harlan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3, pdf
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Thrillers, Psychological, Fiction / Thrillers
ISBN: 9780451213204
Google: xCvNjwEACAAJ
Amazon: B0072Q2XVY
Barnesnoble: B0072Q2XVY
Goodreads: 85418
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2001-01-28T06:00:00+00:00

chapter 27

Grace and Scott Duncan headed back to the Photomat. Her heart sank when they entered and she saw no Fuzz Pellet.

Assistant Manager Bruce was there. He puffed out his chest. When Scott Duncan flashed his badge, the chest deflated. “Josh is out on lunch break,” he said.

“Do you know where?”

“He usually goes to the Taco Bell. It’s right down the block.”

Grace knew it. She hurried out first, afraid to lose his scent again. Scott Duncan followed. As soon as she entered the Taco Bell, the fragrance of lard rising up to assault her, she spotted Josh.

Equally important, Josh spotted her. His eyes widened.

Scott Duncan stood at her side. “That him?”

Grace nodded.

Fuzz Pellet Josh sat alone. His head was tilted down, his hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. His expression—and Grace guessed that he only had this one—was sullen. He bit into the taco as if it insulted his favorite grunge group. The earphones were jammed into place. The cord fell into the sour cream. Grace hated to sound like an old biddy, but having this kind of music plugged directly into the brain all day could not be good for a person. Grace enjoyed music. When she was alone, she would turn the music up, sing along, dance, whatever. So it wasn’t the music or even the volume. But what did it do to the mental health of a young mind to have music, probably angry and harsh, pounding in the ears all the time? An aural confinement, solitary walls of sound, to paraphrase Elton John, inescapable. No life noises let in. No talking. An artificial soundtrack to your life.

It could not be healthy.

Josh lowered his head, pretending he didn’t see them. She watched him as they approached. He was so young. He looked pitiful, sitting there alone like that. She thought about his hopes and dreams and how he already looked set on the road of life-long disappointments. She thought about Josh’s mother, about how she must have tried and how she must worry. She thought about her own son, her little Max, and about how she’d handle it if he started slipping in this direction.

She and Scott Duncan stopped in front of Josh’s table. He took another bite and then slowly looked up. The music coming from his earphones was so loud that Grace could actually make out the lyrics. Something about bitches and ho’s. Scott Duncan took the lead. She let him.

“Do you recognize this lady?” Scott asked.

Josh shrugged. He lowered the volume.

“Take those off,” Scott said. “Now.”

He did as he was told, but he took his time.

“I asked you if you recognized this lady.”

Josh glanced in her direction. “Yeah, I guess.”

“How do you know her?”

“From where I work.”

“You work at the Photomat, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“And Ms. Lawson here. She’s a customer.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Do you remember the last time she was in the store?”

“No.”

“Think.”

He shrugged.

“Does two days ago sound about right?”

Another shrug. “Could be.”

Scott Duncan had the envelope from the Photomat. “You developed this roll of film, correct?”

“You say so.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.