Where Are You Now? by Mary Higgins Clark

know that.” Gregg Andrews had gone down toheadquarters after giving his father a strong sedative and making him go to bed in the guest room of his apartment. “Larry, I feel so damn helpless. What can I do?” He slumped in his chair.
    Captain Ahearn leaned across his desk toward Gregg, his expression sober. “You can be a crutch for your father and take care of your patients in the hospital. Leave the rest of it to us, Gregg.”
    Gregg did his best to look reassured. “I’ll try.” He got up slowly, as if every move was an effort. He reached for the door of Ahearn’s office, then turned back. “Larry, you said, ‘ if Leesey was abducted.’ Please don’t waste your time thinking that she would deliberately put us through this agony.”
    Gregg opened the door and came face-to-face with Roy Barrott, who was about to knock on the door of his boss’s office. Barrott had heard Andrews’s statement and realized it echoed what Carolyn MacKenzie had said about her brother in this same office two days earlier. Pushing aside that comparison, he greeted Andrews, then stepped into Ahearn’s office.
    â€œThe tapes are finished,” he said briefly. “Want to look at them now, Larry?”
    â€œYes, I do,” Ahearn said, looking at Gregg’s retreating figure. “Do you think there’s any benefit in having her brother look at them with us?”
    Barrott turned swiftly to follow Ahearn’s line of sight. “Maybe there is. I’ll grab him before he gets to the elevator.”
    Barrott caught Gregg as he was punching the elevator button and asked if he’d accompany them down the hall tothe tech room. Barrott explained, “Dr. Andrews, the tapes taken Monday night by the security cameras at the Woodshed have been enhanced, frame by frame, to try to pick out anyone who seemed particularly close to Leesey on the dance floor or who was among the last to leave the club.”
    Without speaking, Gregg nodded, then followed Barrott and Ahearn into the tech room and took a chair. As the tape ran, Barrott, who had already studied it twice, briefed him and Captain Ahearn on the contents.
    â€œExcept for the friends she was sitting with all night, nothing we have seems to show anything significant. The friends all agree that Leesey was with them except for the fifteen minutes she was with DeMarco at his table or when she was on the dance floor. After the rest of her group left at two A.M. , the only time she sat at a table was when the band started to pack up. The place had thinned out by then, so we have a couple of pretty clear shots of her until she exited alone.”
    â€œCan you go back to that shot of her at the table?” Gregg asked. Watching his sister on tape sent a wave of sadness through him.
    â€œSure.” Barrott rewound the tape in the VCR. “Do you see anything that we’ve missed, Doctor?” he asked, trying to keep his voice noncommittal.
    â€œLeesey’s expression. When she was dancing, she was smiling. Look at her now. She looks so pensive, so sad.” He paused. “Our mother died two years ago, and Leesey’s had a hard time struggling with that grief.”
    â€œGregg, do you think that her state of mind would cause her to have a temporary amnesia or anxiety attackthat would make her run away?” Ahearn’s question was penetrating and demanded a straight answer. “Is that a possibility?”
    Gregg Andrews raised his hands and pressed his temples as though trying to stimulate his thought processes. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “I just don’t know.” He hesitated, then continued, “But if I had to stake my life, and Leesey’s life, on it, I would say it didn’t happen that way.”
    Barrott fast-forwarded the VCR. “All right. In that last hour, whenever the camera scans her, she never has a glass in her hand, which backs up what