Part VI

The young woman's head landed on Test's shoulder and for the first time, he realised how wrong he'd been. About her hair, that was. It wasn't short at all. Him, Edge and Christian had been wrong... Test felt like laughing as he gently stroked the tight ponytail at the base of her head. Her hair probably draped over her shoulders when it was loose. It was a beautiful head of hair, so black, and thick and lustrous. And it curled too. Right around his finger, as though of its own free will.
"Please, put her back in bed," said the doctor, standing at his shoulder.
"Oh, of course."
The blond giant blushed right down to the roots of his hair as he realised that her pants were off and that she was only wearing a pair of dark blue satin panties. He laid on down on the gurney as gently as possible and stepped out of the doctor's way.
"She seems to be unconscious again," said the doctor, "if you could just step out for a moment. We have to examine her."
"Oh okay."
Somewhat reluctantly, Test stepped out of the room, keeping his eye on her. Until the doors swung shut behind him. He closed his eyes and yawned deeply. He hadn't realised how tired he was. He checked his watch and saw it was almost ten thirty. Usually, after a show, he'd either be partying or sleeping. And tonight, if everything had gone along according to plan, he wouldn't have been sleeping alone. He would have been spending a delightful night with...
"Hey you," said a voice.
"What?"
Test turned around and came face to face with the woman's friend, the one who'd been with her at the Molson Center.
"I am so glad to see you," he said, "your friend is in there. And I hit her with my car and I brought her in, but I don't know her name, and they're still working on her, and I told them we were engaged and...
God, what a night."
Test slumped into a chair and looked at the woman. She was beautiful too, but much more delicate than her friend. Her features were finer, and she was so much smaller. Hell, even sitting, Test was taller than her and all of her hair.
"Is she okay?" asked the little woman, her voice having lost all of its arrogance.
"I don't know."
She sat down in the chair next to his, feeling like a child sitting next to a great big adult.
"By the way," she said, "I'm Patty. And my friend, your betrothed, that's Jess."
"Jess. That's a good name for her."
The doctor came out of the room where she'd been examining Jess and muttered something that made Patty's face go completely blank.
"What?" asked Test. "what did she say? What did she ask for?"
"A rape kit."

The young woman called Jess came to on an hospital bed surrounded by blue drapes. She was wearing one of those nasty hospital robes and was naked underneath. She laid there, quietly for a moment, trying to regain her senses. She had a headache from hell that almost made her cry when she blinked. She reached out to her temple, trying to ease the pain and felt a bandage there. How had she hurt her head? She couldn't remember.
She ran her hand over her face, trying to gather her thoughts and came up empty. She couldn't come up with anything. It was as though her mind was something of a blank. Not totally, but almost. She knew she was in a hospital, but... that was it. So far. She leaned back into the bed and closed her eyes, trying to remember. But nothing came to her. Absolutely nothing. She broke out into a sweat, trying to remember the simplest thing. How old was she? Did she have any brother or sisters? Were her parents still alive? Who was her best friend? Where was she? In which country? She fell asleep, against her will, and without any answers to her questions.

Patty had finally gotten in touch with Jess's parents and they were on their way. They'd both been out to dinner with friends and had stepped out of the house the second they heard their only child was in the hospital. Test stood by her, apparently at a loss.
"What's wrong," she asked.
"What are we going to tell her parents? About my being her fiancé and all?"
"They're both smart enough to figure out you just wanted to help."
"Which reminds me... how did you know where to find us?"
"A security guard saw the accident. He knew I was looking for Jess and he tried to flag you down but you tore out of there like a bat out of hell. When I told him I was looking for Jess, he told me about the accident and I called the cops. They called the area hospitals and here I am."
"I see."
A nurse came up behind them at that moment. She seemed a bit intimidated at Test's towering height but not enough to be deterred from her task.
"We moved Ms. Warren to a more private room," she said in a heavily-accented English. "I can show you to her."
"Thank you," said Patty and Test at the same time, following the small woman down a few corridors.
She led them to a semi-private room where a woman of about thirty years lay snoring. The nurse pulled the curtain around that patient's bed and opened it around Jess's bed. The young woman lay sleeping, a big bandage around her head.
"Is she in a coma?" asked Patty.
"Of course not. She is just sleeping. You can stay with her for a little while, but not too long. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."
Patty and Test sat side by side, looking at Jess on the bed. She finally stirred after half an hour or so and her eyes fluttered open. Patty and Test jumped to their feet, staring at her.

The young woman lying in the bed looked blankly at the woman standing next to her. She seemed worried for some reason, but she didn't know her. She did, however, know the man.
"Test," whispered Jess, "thank God you're here."

Part VII

Test looked at Patty with his eyes wide, uncomprehending. Jess started to sit up but leaned back down on the bed, wincing...
"My head hurts," she said slowly.
"Do you want me to get you a doctor?" asked Patty.
"No thanks," said Jess somewhat coldly.
Who was that woman, thought Jess. She didn't know her... at all. But I don't know Test either, she realised. She'd seen him on TV... she thought. I'm not sure anymore, said Jess to herself. He just seemed so damn familiar... and she knew his name. Although she didn't know the woman's name.
"Jess," said the woman, taking her hand.
The woman in the bed didn't react to the name, still trying to fight back the pain from her headache.
"Jess," insisted the woman, "are you okay?"
"Who's Jess?"
"Are you kidding with me?" asked Patty.
"About what?"
"Your name. Your name is Jess."
"Is it?"
"That's what you told me it was when we first met, fifteen years ago."
"Fifteen years ago... I don't even remember..."
Jess's voice drifted off when she realised she remembered nothing. Absolutely nothing. She racked her brain, looking for answer but nothing would come to her. Nothing at all. Not her name, her date of birth, her age... nothing... Everything was a blank.
Tears rushed to her eyes as the realisation hit her in the face. She felt empty, completely empty of any kind of knowledge... She opened her eyes and stared both Test and Patty in the eyes.
"I don't know..." she said slowly.
"What?" asked Patty.
"Anything," said Jess, on the verge of tears.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't remember anything at all."
"But you remember me," said Test.
"I don't know how that's possible. But I don't remember anything else."
Patty shook, holding on to the bed, until Test caught her in his arms.
He helped her into a chair and squeezed her shoulder in an encouraging manner.
"I'll go get a doctor, all right?"
"Sure."
Patty closed her eyes, unable to compute all the information. How could she not remember? Jess and her had been friends since the 5th grade.
They'd become friends, first out of necessity, what with them being the only two Black girls in their grade at their St-Bruno elementary school, and out of kinship. Both always stood out, in sports, in school, with boys. Jess had excelled in sports and school, but rarely with boys, and Patty had excelled in sports and with boys, managing an average grade in school. Their friendship had withstood many trials, boyfriends, schools and many, many years. Patty often felt closer to Jess than she did to her own sister.
"What's your name?" asked Jess from the bed, her eyes still closed.
"Patty. Patty Johnson."
"And we're friends?"
"The best. Since we were ten."
"So I'm twenty-five, right?"
"Right. So am I. Although you're six months older. You love rubbing that in my face."
"I do? Why?"
"You think you're always right."
"Am I?"
Patty chuckled. Because Jess usually was right. She lived by her instincts and her good sense and both had served her well in the past.
"Yeah..."
"Good," said Jess somewhat arrogantly.
"You might not remember who you are," said Patty, "but I recognize you. I know your soul... and it's the same."
Jess smiled weakly and closed her eyes again. After five frustrating minutes, Test came back, his face red, flexing his fists.
"I couldn't get a doctor," he hissed.
"How come?" asked Patty.
"All of them speak French and only French. None of them could understand me. So, do me a favor and get a doctor. Please."
Patty got up, smiled at Jess and hurried out of the curtained enclosure, squeezing Test's massive arm as she passed by him. The young man sat down and looked up at Jess. He wanted to talk to her for some reason but he thought she was asleep. So he allowed himself to lean back in the chair and closed his eyes. For ten seconds. And looked at Jess again...
and closed his eyes, for five seconds... and reopened them. He closed them once more... and reopened them. He played that game for about two minutes, until the young woman laughed weakly.
"I am awake," she said slowly, her eyes still closed.
"What?"
"I am awake," she explained, "if you want to talk to me, you can."
"Sorry about that," he answered, "I didn't want to disturb you."
"It's okay. When I talk, my head hurts a bit less."
"What do you want to talk about?" asked Test.
"I don't know... I don't remember what I like talking about."
"Yeah. Still nothing?"
"No. I don't think it happens over the course of a few minutes," said Jess, "I don't know, really."
And that was the cold truth that brought tears to her eyes. Beyond Patty and Test, she didn't know, or remember, much of anything. The young giant watched the tears roll down her cheeks and was at a loss. What should he do? What could he do? Damn it, where was Patty, she would know how to handle her friend's tears. Finally, he moved closer to the bed and took her hand in his.
"Don't cry," he said softly. "It can't be all bad, this losing your memory thing. Seriously, think about it... your most humiliating moments, POOF! Gone. Forever. Your slate is clean, everything is new again. You get to experience life for the time and you're an adult. You can remember it. I would love to do that too. Can you imagine, watching a Bugs Bunny cartoon for the very first time, that's got to be cool."
"Bugs Bunny?" asked Jess from behind her tears.
"My God," said Test, his face livened up by a smile, "that's got to be the greatest cartoon ever. He's like this great bunny who can do everything and anything... he rules... you have to see it to believe it."
"Will you watch it with me?" asked Jess.
Test didn't know what to say... Would he watch Bugs Bunny with her, would he be around to do so?
"If I can, sure. But you got to promise me this one thing?"
"Okay..."
"Don't watch it with anyone but me."
Jess grinned and closed her eyes again. Her head was hurting... A lot.
"Headache?" asked Test...
"Yup... it hurts like crazy."
"Where is Patty with that doctor?"
"Right here," said Patty, leading a doctor into the curtained area.
Test recognized her right away. It was the doctor who'd looked after Jess when he brought her in. Suddenly, he felt better. She was a good doctor. She cared. And it made a big difference.
"Hi Jess," said the doctor. "I'm doctor Anya Green. I looked after you when you were first brought in. I have a few questions I would like to ask you before we do anything else."
"Sure. But did Patty tell you?"
"No, I didn't," said Patty, I was hoping it wasn't for real."
"What?"
"I can't remember. Anything."
"All right, that means I'm going to have to run a few extra tests."
"And my head hurts like crazy."
"Okay. Unfortunately, I can't give you any medication right now... it might alter some of the test results. We're going to make the tests a priority and then we'll give you something for the pain."
Suddenly, from outside the curtains, there were raised voices. Patty's head snapped up, turned to the curtains and back to Jess.
"What's wrong?" asked Test.
"I know those voices," said Patty, "her parents are here."

Part VIII

As Patty stepped out of the curtains, the doctor looked back to Test.
"If you don't mind," she said, "but I need to speak to her alone for a moment."
Test nodded, squeezed Jess's hand once more and followed Patty out. The doctor looked at Jess and sat on a nearby chair.
"I understand how difficult your situation must be right now. However, there is another matter we must discuss."
"What is it?"
"During your initial examination, we noticed some scratches and bruises on your thighs and vaginal area."
"What does that mean?" asked Jess.
"It means that you had sexual intercourse before being brought into the hospital."
"I see. But I don't remember... I don't know... I don't think I have a boyfriend."
Jess's heart was beating so hard it seemed like it was going to beat right out of her chest.
"I know," said the doctor, "I spoke with Patty and Test before speaking to you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you might have engaged in sexual intercourse with someone you know."
"Willingly... at an arena... during a show? I don't think this is something I would get involved in," said Jess, her voice breaking. "But then again, I have no way of knowing, do I?"
"No..."
"What else could it mean..."
"It could also mean that you were raped..."
"Raped?"
"That's more than likely..."
"But... I... Raped?"
"Yes... We are running some blood tests right now... it is possible that someone gave a date-rape drug..."
"A what?"
"A date-rape drug... it lowers a person's natural defenses... it makes you weaker, unable to defend yourself, to cry out for help... A better and more willing prey to a possible rapist."
"But why... WHY?"
"I don't know... I called a member of our psychiatric staff to come and talk to you... In the meantime, if you want to be alone to deal with all of this, I can take care of that..."
"Okay... I don't want to see... anyone... not my parents, not Patty, not... TEST... Could he have done it?"
"We don't know for sure. The police will be by to see you... they have questions for you, Patty and Test..."
"I see..."
"They'll wait for you to come back from your exams... all right..."
"No... but it will have to do... won't it?"
Jess closed her eyes and tried to shut out the world... She had been raped... violated... and she couldn't remember... she couldn't remember a damn thing... who had done it... where... why? Nothing... All she knew was that she had been raped... and that Test... he might have done it to her... She didn't know him... she couldn't trust him... she shouldn't have trusted him... But she didn't know anybody... Did that mean she couldn't trust anybody?
Jess slammed her fisted hand down on the bed and shivered from the pain... She was lost and had nowhere to go... what to do? What to think? How to deal?

Patty looked at Mr. and Mrs. Warren and struggled to find the words.
Both of them looked so nice and clean and she had this awful news to break to them... She stared at them and then they looked up at Test, coming out of Jess's bed area. Their eyes went wide and back to Patty accusingly.
"Patty," said Mr. Warren, "what is going on here?"
"Well, it's Jess," said Patty. "We were at the show, enjoying ourselves when she said she had to go to the bathroom. I didn't think about it until ten minutes later... she still wasn't back yet... I waited some more and went to look for her... I told security she was missing, we went to every bathroom, searched all over and couldn't find her.Until..."
Patty's voice broke and she looked at Test, her eyes filled with tears... The ordeal was finally taking a toll on her and it wasn't pleasant... it wasn't pleasant at all.
"Mr. Warren, Mrs. Warren..., my name is Test. I'm a wrestler for the WWF. I noticed your daughter at the show and... well, when I was leaving the Molson Center, she appeared in front of my car, out of nowhere. I stopped as quickly as I could, but I hit her. I got her into my car and brought her here."
"You hit our daughter with your car," said Mr. Warren, biting his words.
"And I apologize sir. But she truly did come out of nowhere. I wasn't going very fast... I was just coming out of the parking lot..."
"You hit her?"
"Mr. Warren," intervened Patty, stepping in front of Test, "it wasn't his fault... a security guard saw the accident and he didn't see where Jess came from."
"So where is she?" asked Mrs. Warren, clutching her husband's arm like a lifeline.
"In there... But the doctor's in there with her right now."
And, as if on cue, the doctor came out. She looked up and saw the Warrens.
"Mr. and Mrs. Warren, I presume. I'm doctor Anya Green... I looked after your daughter when she came into the ER. Please come with me."
Mr. and Mrs. Warren gladly followed Dr. Lindsey into a quiet little room right outside of the ward. Patty stood there, staring after them, unaware of what to do next. She took a step back and bumped into the wall that was Test.
"Sorry," she sighed, "I forgot you were there."
"It's okay," he replied... "well, that was unpleasant at best..."
"You think," she asked sarcastically. "I feel so stupid... I should have gone with her... I should have noticed something."
"Patty, do you usually go to the bathroom with Jess when you guys go out?"
"No, but..."
"But nothing... there is nothing either one of us could have done to prevent this horror. It was... meant to be I suppose."
"No! Jess is a good person... that kind of stuff shouldn't have happened to her... she's strong, she can defend herself. It shouldn't have happened."
Patty burst into tears, covering her face with her hands... Test didn't know what to do, he'd never been good with crying women but he stepped up to the plate. He was already involved in this... he didn't have a choice. He pulled Patty into his arms and held her close as she cried.
It was damned uncomfortable as far as he was concerned but, hey, a guy has to do what a guy has to do.
Patty was slowly recomposing herself when there was a discreet cough behind them. A pair of men stood there.
"Yes," said Patty.
"Detectives Charpentier and Steinberg from the Montreal Police Department. We have a few questions to ask you."

Part IX

"Questions?" asked Test and Patty at the same time, stepping away from each other.
"Yes. Questions. About what happened to your friend Jess Warren at the Molson Center."
"Yes. Of course."
"Miss Patty Johnson," said one of the detectives, "follow me please."
Patty looked at Test helplessly and followed the detective into a little room. It looked a bit like a lounge with old couches flanking the walls, a coffee table surrounded by the couches, an industrial-size coffee machine, a fridge and a few lockers. The detective motioned for Patty to sit down on one of the couches and sat in front of her. He slowly pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket and looked straight at Patty.
"Miss Johnson, I'm Detective Charpentier and I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened tonight."
"Okay."
"Miss Johnson, from what I understand, you are a great friend of Ms. Warren."
"Yes."
"How long have the two of you been friends?"
"About fifteen years."
"And you shared similar interests, is that correct?"
"Absolutely."
"And one of these interests would be wrestling?"
"Yeah."
"That's why the two of you went to the WWF show at the Molson Center earlier today?"
"Yeah."
"How long ago had you bought those tickets?"
"I don't know, about two months or so."
"Okay. Now, why don't you tell us about Miss Warren's actual disappearance?"
"All right. I don't know how much I can tell you though. There isn't much to say. We were sitting there, enjoying the show and she started looking a bit green around the gills, like she was about to throw up or something. So she got up, said she was going to the bathroom and left. I didn't give it another thought until ten or like fifteen minutes went by. Regardless of the crowd, she would have been back by then. But she wasn't. So I started to worry. We'd been talking with some of the guys sitting next to us, and they agreed to keep an eye on our signs while I went to look for her. I checked every bathroom in our area and I went back to our seats. I hoped she was waiting for me and that we just lost each other."
"What happened then?"
"Well, the show wasn't over yet so I grabbed all of our stuff and I went to a security guard. I told him what happened and he took me to this office, right. He called everybody on his little speaker thingy and had them look for her. I described Jess to them, what she was wearing and stuff and everything..." Patty choked and started to cry. "I didn't know where she was and I was going crazy worrying about her. And every five minutes, the security supervisor, manager or whatever, he would get in touch with his people and ask them if they'd spotted her and no one had...."
"Didn't you just think she'd gotten lost?"
"No. Jess has a sense of orientation that's out of this world. She never gets lost. Never ever. We go to clubs, raves... if we get separated, I never worry. She's bound to find her way to me. That's why I was so worried. I knew something had happened to her. That's why I was panicking so much. Something had to have happened to her. And those stupid idiots in Security kept on looking at me funny, like I was flipping out over nothing. Like it was my fault."
"So what happened then?"
"Honestly, nothing. I waited there for everyone to leave. Checked as many nooks and crannies as I could and then...then I left. I was getting close to the exit, the only one still open at that time when I saw the car hit Jess. I barely had the time to run to the security guard at that door and Test was picking her up and driving her to the hospital. Here."
"Are you sure he hit her with the car and that she didn't fall out of the car? Maybe she was pushed?"
"Oh no," said Patty, shaking her head, "that's impossible. I saw her get hit by that car. It went right for her knees."
"I see," said Detective Charpentier, making notes in his tiny little notebook.
The interview was at an end. Patty hoped Test's had gone along better but doubted it.

Test followed Detective Steinberg into another room, this one very much unlike the one Patty was in right now. It was an office. No one occupied it regularly. There was a table there, covered with papers, reports and the sort. Filing cabinets lined a wall and there were chairs there. The kind of chairs Test hadn't been able to fit into comfortably since the 8th grade. Regardless, when Detective Steinberg asked him to sit down, he did so, doing his best to be comfortable, finally settling on stretching his long legs out in front of him. He tried to ignore the chair's plaintive squeak but couldn't.
"Do you mind if I stand," he asked. "I don't want to break this chair."
"Sure."
Test went to stand by a window and stared outside. There wasn't much to see. The window looked out into a badly lit inner courtyard. He leaned against the wall and looked at Detective Steinberg. The man was one hell of a perfectionist. He pulled a pocket recorder out of his jacket and one of those fancy computerized notepads from another.
"Sorry about that," he said with a grin. "My partner would just roll his eyes and pull out an old fashion pen and paper."
"It's cool," said Test.
"This won't take long."
"I'm good where time is concerned."
"That's good. Because I have quite a few questions to ask. First of all, you're Test right? From the WWF?"
"Yeah. That's me."
"Cool. I'm Detective Steinberg by the way. I used to be a big fan but I don't have that kind of time anymore. Was it a good show, down here in Montreal?"
"Yeah. It was."
"Now, for the record, what is your real name?"
"Andrew. Andrew Martin."
"Thank you. As of now, I'll be referring to you as Mr. Martin. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Mr. Martin, how did you first become acquainted with Ms. Warren?"
"She was at the show. In the front. She had a sign and she was yelling out my name. I saw her, smiled at her. We connected."
"Did you think she was pretty?"
"Yeah. She's beautiful."
"What happened then?"
"After the match, I went to her and set up a date."
"A date? With a stranger?"
"Yeah."
"For what time?"
"Eight. Out in front."
"And?"
"And nothing. She was a no show. I waited for her for over an hour in a coffee shop out in front. I got tired of waiting and went to get my car. I was driving past the entrance when I saw her coming out of nowhere."
"Did she come out of the Molson Center or from the other side of the street?"
Test thought about it for a moment and looked at Detective Steinberg. He shook his head.
"No. She came out from the other side of the street. I hadn't thought about it since it happened."
"I see. You hit her?"
"Yes. I wasn't going very fast, I was just coming out of the parking garage. One second, the way was clear, the next, she was staggering in front of me. I hit her with the car. I didn't recognize her yet. I got out of the car, checked her out, realised who she was and floored it to the hospital."
"No stops along the way?"
"No. I was in a hurry."
"Good."
Detective Steinberg wrote a few things on his notepad and looked back at Test.
"That's it for now," he said slowly, "but I would like to request that you stay in Montreal for the moment. We might need to speak to you again and we don't want to have to track you down all over the States."
"But I've got shows and appearances."
"We understand that sir. However, you're a crucial part of a rape investigation. We can't allow you to leave our jurisdiction."
"A rape investigation? She was raped?"
"It seems that way."
"I didn't touch her."
"We'll see about that."
As he spoke, Detective Steinberg picked up all of his little gadgets and walked to the door.
"You're staying at the Marriott, right?"
"Right."
"We'll be in touch."

Part X

As Test and Patty were forced to remember their awful Sunday night, the Warrens weren't getting the very best of news. Both of them were in shock.
"So what you're saying?" asked Mr. Warren, "is that not only was my baby raped, but she lost her memory too? Which means she can't even remember who might have done this to her?"
"For now, yes," said the young doctor grimly.
"The loss of memory?" asked her mother, "is that going to be permanent or is it simply temporary?"
"For now, we are running tests that will allow us to answer that question. However, I would like you to be prepared for the worst."
"The worst?"
"Yes. In the sense that Jess might never ever regain her memory."
"Is that possible? That she won't ever remember anything? Ever?"
"Yes."
"Oh God."
Mrs. Warren turned her face into her husband's jacket and sobbed quietly. Dr. Green hated this moment, when she had to bring this kind of grief to families. Yet, it was exactly why she had chosen to specialize in emergency medecine. It allowed her to be part of the process, of the solution. Although it made her load much heavier, she kept an eye out for her patient. Even after they left the emergency room. She felt responsible for them.
"Can we see her?" asked Mr. Warren.
"Not for now."
"Well, when she's done with all of her tests. Can we see her then?"
"Actually, no. your daughter has requested to be left alone for now. You must understand how traumatic this is for her. She doesn't know any of you. To you, she's your daughter. To her, you'll be a couple of strangers."
"We're her parents."
"She doesn't know you as such. As a matter of fact, from what I've observed, she's established a kinship with Test, a connection that surpasses the one she shares with Patty, who I believe to be her best friend."
"But she doesn't know him."
"Regardless, his is the first face she recognized when she first regained consciousness. Mr. and Mrs. Warren, this might not be the best time for you to come to this conclusion but your daughter has been watching this man wrestle for quite a while now and it's possible that he made quite an imprint on her psyche. That might be why she recognized him. It could also be that she recognized him before she was hit by his car."
"All right. Now, what caused this memory loss? Was it the car accident?"
From what I heard about this impact, I doubt it. But it could be possible. Until I have the test results, I can't tell you anything."
The Warrens looked from each other to doctor Green and nodded. They would wait. They would be patient. About the loss of memory.
"Now, you're sure she was raped."
Anya Green took a long deep breath and nodded slowly.
"Yes. The police have been called in to investigate the crime and they're talking to Test and Pattty right now."
"He did it, didn't he?" asked Mr. Warren.
"Test?"
"Yes, TEST! Who else?"
"Well, I don't know Mr. Warren. All I know is that he brought her in, looked after her and made sure she was okay. He even pretended to be her fiancé to be allowed into the room where we were treating her after he heard her scream."
"He's a wrestler," spat out Mr. Warren, "you know how these men are. No better than rock stars. A girl in every town. And when they get turned down, who knows what they might do. They might flip out on these women, beat them, slap them around."
"We seriously doubt that sir."
Dr. Green and the Warrens looked at the door and saw Detectives Charpentier and Steiberg standing there. "Detective Charpentier," said the first one, introducing himself, "and this is my partner, Detective Steinberg. We're investigating your daughter's rape."
"Is he under arrest?" asked Mr. Warren.
"Your daughter's rapist? No, not as of yet."
"What are you waiting for? you had him right there. The man could leave Montreal at the drop of a hat and he'd have all those big lawyers protecting him."
"I assume you're talking about Test, sir?"
"Who else? He raped my daughter."
"Sir, it's too soon in our investigation to make any assumptions."
"Assumptions? He's just here acting all nice and stuff to throw the scent off him. He's the rapist."
Mr. Warren was up and shaking his fist in the air. It took his wife all her strenght to get him to sit down and calm down.
"Detectives, I would like to apologize for my husband's behavior. He's extremely worried about our daughter's situation. Pursue your investigation as you best see fit."
"That's what we're trying to do Mrs. Warren," said Detective Charpentier with a small smile. "As a matter of fact, there are a few questions we would like to ask you and your husband."
"Please, feel free to ask any questions you need."
"If you'll excuse me," said Doctor Green. "I'll be looking over the results of your daughter's tests."
"Make sure you don't go too far," said Detective Steinberg, "we'll be talking to you next."
"Of course."
Dr. Green's Nike running shoes made not a sound as she hurried out of the room, leaving the police detectives to ask whatever questions they needed from the Warrens.
"This won't take long," said Detective Steinberg. "For now, we're trying to establish a timeline. Based on that, we'll establish alibis for everyone who's involved and go from there."
"What's his alibi?" asked Mr. Warren, jerking his chin toward the door.
"For now, we're not at liberty to discuss that with you sir. What we would like to know is where you were this evening?"
"We were dining out with friends."
"In a restaurant or a private home."
"We were at a friend's house," said Mr. Warren, "would you like their names," his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"Not at all," complied his wife, giving out the information, along with their friends' home and office numbers.
"Thank you."
"Why are you asking us these questions?" asked Mrs. Warren. "Evidently, we didn't rape our daughter."
"It's not a likely option, you being guilty of your daughter's rape, yet..."
"Not only is it not likely," said Mr. Warren, "it's downright sick."
"Yet, it has been known to happen. Our goal here, as my partner mentionned, is to establish alibis. That is all."
"Okay."
"Now, did you know your daughter would be attending the WWF show?"
"Yes. She told us about it a few weeks ago."
"When did she leave the house?"
"We don't know. Jess and Patty share an apartment in Montreal. We're no longer privy to all of our daughter's comings and goings."
"Oh. Well, for now... I believe that is it."
"Just one more thing," said Detective Steinberg, "Mr. and Mrs. Warren, did your daughter ever take any form of self-defense classes?"
"Yes. Ever since she was little. Jess is a black belt in Judo, Karate and Tae-Kwon-Doe."
"So she could have easily fought off an attacker?"
"I suppose so."
"Thank you very much Mr. and Mrs. Warren. We will keep in touch."
"Thank you."
The detectives left the room and headed for the nurses' station when Dr. Anya Green stood, pouring over some reports. "Dr. Green, can we talk to you for a moment?" "Of course," she said, leading them into a small pharmacy. "I think this is as much privacy as we're going to get for now. What can I do for you?"
"You can start by telling us what the preliminary blood work says."
"Well, Jess Warren was raped. Without a doubt. And her rapist used a
date-rape drug. A very strong mix that our labs are trying to decipher as we speak."
"And her loss of memory?"
"Right, it looks long-term and permanent."

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