“That’s not good.” Harris tightened her grip on the chair. “What are the doctors saying about that? Will your memory come back?”
The question of the hour. Maybe day. Addy hoped it wouldn’t be more than a few days until she started remembering things. “They’re uncertain because they aren’t sure of the cause. They don’t know if it’s the trauma or the brain injury.”
“Which direction are they leaning?”
“They don’t think my injury is severe enough to warrant memory loss, so they think it’s trauma. The good news is, the swelling’s going down so things should be getting back to normal on that front.” She didn’t add that the doctor also told her she might never return to normal again. That was the last thing she wanted to tell her supervisor right now.
“Palmere says he has your weapon and your car. He’ll return the gun to you when you’re discharged, and he’s processing the car.”
“How is my car? It was my dad’s and has special meaning to me.”
“He didn’t say. But crashing into a tree can often total a vehicle.”
Addy nodded but refused to believe the car was a lost cause until she saw it herself.
“The crash happened in northeast Portland.” Harris rattled off an address. “Any idea why you might have been over there?”
She gave it some thought, her brain burning with the strain, but nothing came to mind. “None.”
“Warren said you bolted from the office,” Harris stated. “Said you had a new lead. Do you remember that?”
“No. Sorry.”
“Well, I tasked Fitz with reviewing the last files you accessed on the network to see if we can figure out what you were looking at that made you take off. Might give us a reason for your visit.”
Thankfully, Addy remembered their IT tech guy. “I appreciate your getting started on it right away. I only wish I was in better shape and could do my own digging.”
“Maybe tomorrow. Until then we’ve got you. Fitz’s also tracking down CCTV footage for the accident location, if there are any cameras in the area. Maybe seeing that footage will jog your memory too.”
Addy hoped for the same thing. “I also don’t have my phone. They said it wasn’t in my car. Not sure what could have happened to it.”
“Things can get misplaced at accident scenes.” Harris pushed off the chair and rolled her shoulders. “I’ll have Fitz run the app to find it. Worst case, if he doesn’t locate it, he can disable the device.”
“I’m sorry for making more work for Fitz and putting the agency at risk.”
Harris shook her head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were incapacitated. You couldn’t keep track of your phone or gun.”
“Still, I feel responsible. If this guy cracks my password, he could get to the network.”
Harris tilted her head. “Tell me you had a secure password. Not something like 12345.”
“Very secure, and random. No way he could connect it to me.” She was happy to report that at least.
Harris watched her for a long moment. “Is there anything you can do to speed up the process of getting your memory back?”
“The doctor mentioned several therapies, but he thought the best one might be hypnosis. He said by using relaxation coupled with a method called age regression, that it’s possible to retrieve lost memories.”
“Are you planning to do that?”
Was she? Not knowing people and what had been happening in her life was horrible. “I think I will once I’m discharged.”
“I don’t know anything about memory loss, but if it were me, I’d be doing everything I could to get it back.”
“Yeah,” Addy said and decided to change the subject. “So why was I supposed to meet with you?”
The nurse poked her head in the doorway. “Visiting time is up. Addy needs to rest.”
Harris gave a sharp nod. “I’ll just say good-bye.”
