Free Just One Look (2004) by Harlan Coben

away? Or maybe someone grabbed him within minutes of leaving your house?"
    Grace hadn't really thought about that. "I don't know."
    "Do you ever drive up the New York Thruway?"
    The change of subject threw her. "Not often, but sure, I've taken it."
    "Ever go to Woodbury Commons?"
    "The outlet mall?"
    "Yes."
    "I've been, yes."
    "How long do you figure it takes to get there?"
    "Half an hour. Is that where he went?"
    "I doubt it, not at that hour. The stores are all closed. But he used his E-ZPass at the tollbooth on that exit at precisely 10:26 P.M. It leads to Route 17, and heck, that's how I go to the Poconos. Give or take ten minutes either way, that would fit a scenario where your husband left your house and drove straight in that direction. From there, well, who knows where he went? It's fifteen miles to Interstate 80. From there you can go straight to California if you'd like."
    She sat there.
    "So add it up, Mrs. Lawson. Your husband leaves the house. You call him immediately. He doesn't answer. Within a half hour or so, we know he's driving in New York. If someone had attacked him or if he got in an accident, well, there's no way he could have been snatched and then his E-ZPass used up there in that short a time frame. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
    Grace met his eye. "That I'm a hysterical bimbo whose husband ran out on her."
    "That's not what I'm saying at all. It's just . . . Well, we really can't investigate any further at this point. Unless . . ." He leaned a little closer. "Mrs. Lawson, is there anything else you can think of that could help us here?"
    Grace tried not to squirm. She glanced behind her. Officer Daley had not moved. She had a copy of the strange photograph in her purse. She thought about Fuzz Pellet Josh and the store not opening. It was time to tell them. In hindsight she should have told Daley about it when it first showed up.
    "I'm not sure it's relevant," she began, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a copy of the photograph and passed it to Perlmutter. Perlmutter took out a pair of reading glasses, cleaned them with his shirttail, and pushed them into place. Daley walked around and bent down over the captain's shoulder. She told them about finding the photograph mixed in with her others. The two officers stared at her as if she'd taken out a razor and started shaving her head.
    When Grace was done, Captain Perlmutter pointed to the picture and said, "And you're sure that's your husband?"
    "I think so."
    "But you're not sure?"
    "I'm pretty sure."
    He nodded in that way people do when they think you're a lunatic. "And the other people in the photo? The young lady somebody crossed out?"
    "I don't know them."
    "But your husband. He said it wasn't him, right?"
    "Right."
    "So if it isn't him, well, this is irrelevant. And if it is him"--Perlmutter took off the glasses--"he lied to you. Isn't that correct, Mrs. Lawson?"
    Her cell phone rang. Grace grabbed it fast and checked the number.
    It was Jack.
    For a moment she went very still. Grace wanted to excuse herself, but Perlmutter and Daley were both looking at her. Asking for privacy was not really an option here. She hit the answer button and brought the phone to her ear.
    "Jack?"
    "Hey."
    The sound of his voice should have filled her with relief. It didn't.
    Jack said, "I tried you at home. Where are you?"
    "Where am I?"
    "Listen, I can't talk long. I'm sorry about running out on you like that."
    His tone was aiming for casual, but it wasn't hitting the mark.
    "I need a few days," he said.
    "What are you talking about?"
    "Where are you, Grace?"
    "I'm at the police station."
    "You called the police?"
    Her eyes met Perlmutter's. He wiggled his fingers, as if to say, Give me the phone, little lady. I'll handle it.
    "Look, Grace, just give me a few days. I . . ." Jack stopped. And then he said something that made the dread grow tenfold. "I need some space."
    "Space," she repeated.
    "Yes. A little space. That's all. Please tell the police