Soulless The Girl in the Box - By Robert J. Crane Page 0,21

shoulder, then went blank. “I don’t...I can’t remember.”

I shot a look at Kat, whose eyes widened as she put her hand on his upper arm. I saw the glow from her as I asked him another question. “Tell me what you do remember.”

“Um...I came into work at about eleven...and I did some restocking in the freezer.” He squinted, as though he were trying to recall. “I remember eating my sandwich and drinking some coffee at about five.” His face relaxed and he shook his head. “After that...I don’t know.”

I looked sidelong at Kat, who was taking long, ragged breaths and whose hand was at her side. She shook her head. “Can you tell me anything else, Dan? Anything could help.”

His eyes were blank. “That’s all. That’s all I remember.”

I gave him as warm of a fake smile as I could. “Excuse me while I talk to my associates.” I beckoned to Kat, who followed me, shuffling along in slow steps to the hallway outside. I looked left and then right; the corridors were white, with dingy tile and little color, but empty. I honed in on Kat. “What’s the matter with him? Has he got brain damage?”

“No!” She shook her head with more emphasis. “I checked him over again after the first time, and this guy is healed; he’s in perfect condition. His skull is fixed, his scars are gone and it doesn’t look like there was anything wrong with his brain even when I touched him the first time, let alone now.”

Scott looked back at the door to the room, which was drawn. “Is it possible he’s lying?”

“Possible.” I nodded at him as I chewed that one over. “But I don’t think so. I was looking in his eyes as he answered, and he didn’t show any of the obvious signs. He was working last night, so it seems unlikely he’s secretly the meta doing all this, unless he can somehow teleport to Wyoming and South Dakota on his breaks.” I shook my head. “I don’t think he’s lying. I think there’s a simpler explanation.”

“What?” Scott looked at me. “You think he has some kind of neurological damage that Kat can’t detect?”

I looked back at him, then to Kat, before I answered. “No. I think that whoever attacked him...” I took a step back and looked through the semi-open door to see the clerk sitting upright in bed, blinking, looking around the room, disoriented, even though he had just been healed by someone who could fix nearly any ailment. “...took his memory.”

Chapter 7

We cleared out of the hospital after some perfunctory goodbyes and thank-yous to Daniel, and checked in with Ariadne. We sat in the car, engine running to give us air conditioning to offset the heat (still almost eighty even though it was nearing midnight) while we listened to Ariadne.

“You think whoever attacked him is responsible for his memory loss?” There was a slight fuzzing in the speaker, probably the result of the air conditioner operating near full blast to keep the three of us from sweating through our suits, but otherwise it almost sounded like Ariadne was in the car with us.

“Which guarantees that it was a meta that attacked him.” I was almost glum at the realization. I was kind of hoping it was going to be some petty criminal that we could slam dunk and leave to the local authorities. Part of that might be because I was checking my phone every few minutes for a call or message that I had yet to receive. I wasn’t going to be the first to break the silence, that much I knew. “Any idea what kinds of metas can cause memory loss?”

“There are a few,” Ariadne said. “Let me talk to Dr. Sessions and get back to you with a list.”

“Any other incidents?” Scott cradled the phone in his hand, holding it just below his chin when he was talking, as though it were a tape recorder.

“Nothing at present. You still need to meet with the local cops, but the Police Chief for Owatonna is out for the night, so it’s best if you wait until tomorrow to make that stop.” There was a pause and a hiss on the phone before Ariadne spoke again. “Check into a hotel and get some sleep. If there aren’t any incidents tonight, check in tomorrow morning after you’ve stopped by the Owatonna PD.”

“Understood.” I tried to keep the fatigue out of my voice as Scott punched the end button on