“Good, good,” Charlee nodded as she absently took another swig of the latte then screwed up her face. Yeah, this stuff was definitely an unpleasant surprise. Trying to ignore the bizarre taste in her mouth, she asked, “Get anything?”

“Unfortunately, not much.”

“Did she wait?”

The doctor had traveled this road before and immediately understood the meaning behind the question. “No, not long. She said it had only been an hour or so since she regained consciousness. She’s a smart girl. She had enough wits about her not to shower or clean up, so there’s definitely evidence of the rape. We did collect semen, and that will be on its way to the lab shortly.”

“So she was unconscious? I’m already not liking the sound of this, Doc. You get pictures?”

“The regular routine, yes,” he returned. “But she wasn’t really abused. There are a few bruises, but it seems to profile almost like a date rape.”

“This may sound crass, but what I wouldn’t give for a simple date rape right now… She say whether she can ID the guy?”

“She can’t remember anything other than that she thinks she was attacked in the parking lot of her apartment complex.”

“She thinks she was attacked?”

“She appears to be suffering from anterograde amnesia. Possibly drug induced.”

“Yeah, that actually fits.” Charlee nodded as she spoke, her mood darkening even more as the conversation progressed. “Blood test?”

“Of course. We’ll screen for Benzodiazepines. Rohypnol, GHB, etcetera.”

They came to a stop outside the door of the treatment room.