“Good.” The response was pitched an octave higher than Jaime’s voice.
“Her name is Paige, and she’s a witch, just like you. Do you know what the Coven is?”
“I…I’ve heard of it…I think.”
“It’s a group for witches. Paige used to be in the Coven, helping witches there, but now she works outside the Coven, so she can help all witches.” That was a nice way of putting it. I mentally thanked Jaime for the positive spin. “What I want you to do is tell her everything you remember, then she’ll ask you some questions, and we’ll catch this guy before you wake up.”
So Dana was okay. Thank God. I relaxed for the first time since walking into the room.
Dana asked when she’d be waking up.
“Any day now,” Jaime said. “Your dad is supposed to be here soon—”
“My dad? I knew he’d come. Is my mom there?”
“She’s been in and out,” Jaime said. “Taking care of you.”
“And they’ll be there? When I wake up?”
“Sure will. Now, can you tell Paige what you saw?”
“Sure. Hi, Paige.”
I opened my mouth, but Jaime answered for me. “You won’t be able to hear Paige, hon. I’ll have to relay her messages. But you’ll get to see her when you wake up. She’s been pretty worried about you.”
Dana smiled through Jaime, the smile of a kid who wasn’t used to people giving a damn. I’d make sure her dad knew about Dana’s situation with her mother and, if he was the kind of father Benicio said he was, Dana would never have to spend another night on the streets. If he didn’t, well, then I’d see to it myself.
“I’ll try,” Dana said. “But…I don’t remember it so well. It’s all jumbled up, like something I saw on television a long time ago and can’t really remember.”
“That’s okay, Dana,” Jaime said. “We know you won’t remember much, so if you don’t, we understand, but if you do remember something, anything at all, that’ll be great.”
“Well, it was Sunday night. I was coming home from a party. I wasn’t loaded or anything. I’d had a joint, but that’s it, just one joint I shared with this guy I knew. So I was walking home through the park—I know that sounds dumb, but around there, the park seemed safer than the roads, you know? I was being careful, staying on the path, looking, listening. And then…”
Her voice trailed off.
“Then what, Dana?” Jaime prompted.
“Then…I think I must forget what happens next because all I remember is this guy was suddenly standing right behind me. I must have heard him coming, maybe I tried to run, but I don’t remember.”
“Ask her—” I began.
Dana continued. “I know you’re going to want to know what the guy looked like, but I didn’t really see him. I know I should have…”
“Hey, if it was me,” Jaime said, “I’d have been freaking so bad, I wouldn’t remember a damn thing. You’re doing fine, kiddo. Just take it slow and give us what you can.”
“He grabbed me, and next thing I know, I’m on the ground, way off the path, in this forest. I was kind of awake, but not really, and I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep.”
“Drugged?” I asked.
Jaime relayed the question.
“I—I guess so. Only, it didn’t feel…I just remember being tired. I don’t even think he had me tied up, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to sleep. Then he put this rope around my neck, and I blacked out, then I was here.”
“I want to talk about the phone call you made,” I said.
“I made a phone call?”
“To the emergency line,” I said. “The Cabal—the place where your dad works.”
“I know what you mean, but I don’t remember. Dad made my sister and me memorize it, and I know I’m supposed to call them first, so I must have.”
I prompted her with a few questions about her attacker’s voice, regional accent, word usage, anything that might have stuck in her mind more than a physical description, but she could tell me little more than that he didn’t sound like he came from “around here.”
“Oh, there was one thing he did say that seemedweird. When he started choking me. It seemed like he was talking to someone, but there wasn’t anyone there. Like he was talking to himself, only he used a name.”
I perked up. “Do you remember it?”
“I think it was Nasha,” Dana said. “That’s what it sounded like.”