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from the corner of her eye, down her left cheek.
    Alex looked around the room for a box of tissues. Janet pointed toward the small counter by the sink. Alex handed the box to the woman. “You don’t remember how you got there?”
    “No.” she took a tissue and wiped her eyes. “ You probably can’t imagine what that felt like.”
    “No ma’am.”
    “The humiliation, the fear. I had no idea where I was or what had happened.” The tears were flowing freely now, her voice quivering. “Do you have any idea how vulnerable you feel when you wake up in a strange place, naked, with no way to cover yourself and no idea why you are even there?”
    Alex started to answer, but realized the question was rhetorical. “Did you notice anyone unusual, following you, acting strangely before the attack?”
    “Not that I recall.” The woman wiped more tears and blew her nose. “Excuse me, I’m sorry.”
    “Not at all,” Alex smiled. “Any strange phone calls or hang-ups?”
    “No.”
    “Is there anything else you can tell me?”
    “Not that I can think of.”
    “Okay Ms. Dixon, I know this has been a difficult experience. I appreciate your time.” Alex stood. “Ms. Freeman here will give you a packet with information about support groups, victim’s rights and such. I’ll leave one of my cards in it. If you think of anything , call me day or night, alright?”
    She nodded, but said nothing. Alex wished her well and they left the room.
    “Well, what do you think?” Janet asked as they approached the nurse’s station.
    “She’s not much help,” Alex placed his clipboard on the counter. “Will she be staying tonight?”
    “I don’t know. Dr. Levine saw her when she came in. She’s had a head CT and x-rays, but you’ll have to talk to him to see what he found.”
    “Levine, I haven’t heard that name before. Is he new?”
    “He’s been here a couple of years. I guess it has been a while since you were in here.”
    “I’ve been in here a few times in the last couple of years. I don’t remember the name.”
    Maybe you came in on his off days,” Janet said.
    “Maybe so. Where would I find him?”
    Janet pointed to the far end of the nurse’s station.
    Alex approached the other end of the counter where the doctor was engaged in a heated telephone discussion. Alex assumed it was a personal call when the doctor used the words bitch and attorney in the same sentence. The doctor looked to be in his early fifties. He was a short, plump fellow with a thin line of hair that formed a ring around his head, as if it were sliding down from the top. Alex could tell by his accent that he was from the northeast somewhere, New England, maybe Boston.
    He watched an older man with dementia being led back to his room by a nurse who lightly scolded him for wandering about.
    The doctor acknowledged Alex by holding up one finger then continued his conversation.
    Alex heard something else about a lawyer and a cold day in hell, not that he was listening, but it was hard not to hear. The doctor was speaking quite loudly, evidently oblivious to his surroundings.
    Alex waited patiently as he watched the activity in the ER. Nurses went in and out of rooms. The chatter of EMS and fire crackled from a small two way radio on the back wall. Alex heard something about a car wreck on the north side of town. His pulse quickened for just a moment, but quickly returned to normal. He was sure Carmen was safe at the dance.
    “Sorry you had to hear that.” Dr. Levine said as he finally hung up the phone.
    Alex smiled. He figured everyone in the department heard it.
    “Can I help you?” The doctor asked.
    “Yes, is Ms. Dixon going to be released?”
    “And, who are you?” The doctor looked at Alex over the reading glasses perched on the end of his nose.
    “I’m Detective Sergeant Alex Mendez with the Cypress Village PD. I’m investigating the assault.” Alex presented his badge.
    “I’m sorry,” the doctor said, “We just get a lot