Books by Carolyn McCormick
Just One Look
by Harlan Coben, Carolyn McCormick
A seemingly innocuous photograph that is at least twenty years old turns Grace Lawson's peaceful suburban life upside down when her husband, Jack, mysteriously vanishes with the photograph, some people arrive looking for Jack, unanswered questions threaten her marriage and everything she knows, and she must confront the dark secrets of the past. Simultaneous.
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Just One Look
by Harlan Coben, Carolyn McCormick
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Just One LookBy Harlan CobenPenguin AudiobooksCopyright © 2004Harlan CobenAll right reserved.ISBN: 9780142800553Chapter OneThere are sudden rips. There are tears in your life, deep knife wounds that slash through your flesh. Your life is one thing, then it is shredded into another. It comes apart as though gutted in a belly slit. And then there are those moments when your life simply unravels. A loose thread pulled. A seam gives way. The change is slow at first, nearly imperceptible.For Grace Lawson, the unraveling began at the Photomat. She was about to enter the photo developing shop when she heard a somewhat familiar voice. "Why don't you get a digital camera, Grace?" Grace turned toward the woman. "I'm not good with that techno stuff." "Oh, come now. Digital technology is a snap." The woman raised her hand and actually snapped, just in case Grace didn't know what the word meant. "And digital cameras are sooo much more convenient than conventional cameras. You just erase the photos you don't want. Like computer files. For our Christmas card? Barry, well, he must have taken a zillion pictures of the kids, you know, snapping away because Blake blinked or Kyle was looking the wrong way, whatever, but when you shoot that many, well, like Barry says, you're going to get one that's pretty decent, am I right?" Grace nodded. She was trying to unearth the woman's name, but it wouldn't surface. The woman's daughter-Blake, was it?-was in Grace's son's class in first grade. Or maybe it was last year in kindergarten. Hard to keep track. Grace kept the smile frozen to her face. The woman was nice enough, but she blended in with the others. Grace wondered, not for the first time, if she was blending in too, if her once great individuality had joined the unpleasant swirl of suburban uniformity. The thought was not a comforting one. The woman kept describing the wonders of the digital age. Grace's frozen smile began to ache. She glanced at her watch, hoping Tech Mom would pick up the hint. Two-forty-five. Almost time to pick up Max at school. Emma had swim team practice, but another mom was driving the carpool today. A carpool to the pool, as the too-jolly mother had reminded Grace with a little tee-hee. Yeah, funny stuff. "We have to get together," the woman said, winding down. "With Jack and Barry. I think they'd get along." "Definitely." Grace took advantage of the pause to wave good-bye, pull open the door, and disappear inside the Photomat. The glass door closed with a snap, ringing a little bell. The chemical smell, not unlike model glue, hit her first. She wondered about the long-term effects of working in such an environment and decided the short-term ones were annoying enough. The kid working-Grace's use of the term working being overly generous here-behind the counter had a white fuzz pellet under his chin, hair dyed a color that'd intimidate Crayola, and enough piercings to double as a wind instrument. One of those wrap-around-low headphones snaked around the back of his neck. The music was so loud that Grace could feel it in her chest. He had tattoos, lots of them. One read STONE. Another read KILLJOY. Grace thought that a third should read SLACKER. "Excuse me?" He did not look up. "Excuse me?" she said a little louder. Still nothing. "Yah, like, dude?"That got his attention. He snarled up, narrowed his eyes, offended by the interruption. He removed the headphones but grudgingly. "Stub." "Pardon me?" "Stub." Ah. Grace handed him the receipt. Fuzz Pellet then asked her for her name. This reminded Grace of those damn customer service phones that ask you to dial in your home phone, and then as soon as you get a real live person, they ask you for the same phone number. Like the first request was just for practice. Fuzz Pellet-Grace was warming up to this nickname-flipped through a file of photo packets before extracting one. He ripped off the tag and told her an exorbitan
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Just One Look
by Harlan Coben, Carolyn McCormick
An ordinary snapshot causes a mother’s world to unravel in this shocking thriller from the bestselling author and creator of the hit Netflix drama The Stranger.
When Grace Lawson picks up a newly developed set of family photographs, there is a picture that doesn't belong-a photo from at least twenty years ago with a man in it who looks strikingly like her husband, Jack. And though Jack denies it's him, he disappears that night, taking the photo with him. Now, to save her family from a fierce, silent killer who will stop at nothing to get the photo, Grace must confront the dark corners of her own tragic past....
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Just One Look
by Harlan Coben, Carolyn McCormick
A seemingly innocuous photograph that is at least twenty years old turns Grace Lawson's peaceful suburban life upside down when her husband, Jack, mysteriously vanishes with the photograph, some people arrive looking for Jack, unanswered questions threaten her marriage and everything she knows, and she must confront the dark secrets of the past. 300,000 first printing.
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