Where Are You Now? by Mary Higgins Clark Page A

the waiter and bartender told us, that she only had a couple of glasses of wine all night and wasn’t drunk when she left.” He turned off the VCR. “Nothing,” he said in disgust.
    Gregg Andrews got up. His voice strained, he said, “I’ll go home now. I have surgery in the morning and I need to catch some sleep.”
    Barrott waited till he was out of earshot, then stood and stretched. “I wouldn’t mind catching some sleep myself, but I’m going to the Woodshed.”
    â€œDo you think DeMarco will show up there tonight?” Ahearn asked.
    â€œMy guess is that he will. He knows our guys are going to be swarming all over the place. And he’s smart enough to know that it will be a big night for him. Plenty of customers will want to get in, out of curiosity, and of course the minor-league so-called celebrities will flock to the place knowing the media will be around. Trust me. The maggots will gather.”
    â€œOf course they will.” Ahearn stood up. “I don’t know ifyou’ve checked since you got back, but the track we have on Leesey’s cell phone shows whoever has it has been moving around in Manhattan all day. DeMarco only got back from South Carolina late this morning, so if he did it, he has someone in New York working with him.”
    â€œIt would be nice to think that girl went off the deep end, and she’s the one who’s running around Manhattan,” Barrott commented, as he reached for his jacket. “But I don’t think that’s the way it’s going to turn out. I think whoever grabbed her has already dumped her somewhere and is smart enough to know that when the cell phone is on, we can target that area and start searching there.”
    â€œAnd smart enough to know that by moving her cell phone around, it leaves open the door that she’s alive.” Ahearn looked thoughtful. “We’ve checked out DeMarco so thoroughly that we know when he lost his baby teeth. Nothing in his background suggests he’d try something like this.”
    â€œDid our guys find anything in the files of the other three girls who disappeared?”
    â€œNothing that we haven’t investigated into the ground. We’re checking out the credit card receipts from Monday night to see if we can match any patrons of the Woodshed to the names we have of the people who were in the bars in those cases.”
    â€œUh-huh. Okay, see you, Larry.”
    Ahearn studied Barrott’s face. “You’ve got someone in mind besides DeMarco, haven’t you, Roy?”
    â€œI’m not sure. Let me think about it,” Barrott said vaguely. But Ahearn could see that Barrott was focused on something.

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    J ackie Reynolds has been my closest friend since the first grade, when we attended the Academy of the Sacred Heart together as six-year-olds. She’s one of the smartest people I know, as well as a gifted athlete. Jackie can hit a golf ball so hard that it would make Tiger Woods blink. The September after we graduated from Columbia, we drove to Duke together. While I was studying law, she was working for a doctorate in psychology.
    She has that unmistakable look of the born athlete, tall and firm-bodied, with long chestnut hair that, as often as not, is held together at the nape of her neck with a rubber band. Her extraordinary brown eyes are her dominant feature. They exude warmth and sympathy and make people want to confide in her. I always tell her that she should give cut rates to her patients. “You don’t have to drag their problems out of them, Jackie. They walk through your door and spill their guts.”
    We talk frequently on the phone and get together every few weeks. It used to be even more often, but now Jackie is getting pretty serious about the guy she’s beendating for the past year. Ted Sawyer is a lieutenant in the fire department and a genuinely top-drawer person. He intends to be fire