Son of Cerberus (The Unusual Operations Division Book 2) by Jacob Hammes

you this morning while you were unconscious. Thankfully, you’re not damaged. I also have to warn you that we did a rape screening. You came up with good results; there was no sign of foul play.”
    Amy didn’t know how to feel about that. She had not been raped, but some random stranger had been poking around in her underwear while she was asleep. She shifted uncomfortably in her bed, but managed to smile anyway.
    “Don’t worry, it wasn’t me that did the screening,” Doctor Robert chuckled gently. “It was your nurse, Belle. She is gentle and kind, and believe it or not she has a strange connection to you.”
    Though it didn’t make her feel much better, Amy did feel relieved. She didn’t want the big man in front of her to be the culprit behind her probing. She liked him as he was when they had first met. He was her savior.
    For a moment, Robert took her in. She felt uncomfortable at first, having those piercing eyes look over her as if she were some piece of meat. He gauged her in many ways, she assumed. He looked at her hair and her eyes mostly, with an obvious question on his mind. Something was bothering him, yet he couldn’t place his finger on it.
    “Hablas Español?” The doctor suddenly started speaking Spanish with an accent like someone from Spain, not Latin America. The words brought back a flood of emotions, feelings, and more importantly the ability to speak without stuttering.
    “Sí,” Amy responded softly, surprised at her own ability. It was as if he had opened a door for her and she had just walked through it. Though she understood English, Amy wasn’t at all certain whether or not she could speak the language. The feeling of knowing something after all the uncertainty was exhilarating.
    “At least we know the problem,” the doctor continued, speaking flawless Spanish with her. “From your beautiful complexion and the name of your yacht, I figured you might speak Spanish. Can you remember your name?”
    “No,” Amy said. “I can’t remember anything. All I remember is waking up in this bed. I used to remember more, I think, but I’ve lost it since then.”
    “It’s probably a side effect of whatever trauma you’ve been through. The body is a resilient thing, but some traumas can severely affect your memories and how they are processed. You don’t have an identification, but I think the investigators will be bringing some more information for you to look over later. If at any time they trigger a specific memory or you start feeling uncomfortable, you should let me know.”
    “More police?” Amy asked pleadingly. “I don’t think I can tell them much.”
    “It’s okay,” Doctor Robert said. “Just comply and tell them whatever you can. At this point you are both the only witness of a mass murder aboard a boat which has no record of you, and the sole suspect. You might be getting a lawyer or two coming by here, too.”             
    “But I did nothing wrong.”
    “It doesn’t appear that you could have,” the doctor continued.  “The fact that the yacht you were aboard has some invisible force field keeping people away will most likely work to your advantage. No one will be able to blame you for anything, from what I’ve heard.”
    “What are you talking about?” Amy frowned. She was genuinely concerned. “I don’t remember anything you’re talking about.”
    The doctor quickly explained what was going on with the boat while Amy listened intently. She wanted to help, but she couldn’t remember a thing about what had happened. Robert was quick to tell her that government agents would be coming to visit her, too.
    “For now,” the doctor continued, “why don’t you try and get some sleep. I bet a few hours of rest and some hearty food will make you feel better. With some good food in your belly, it should be easier to rest.”
    “What about my family?” Amy asked quietly. “Do you think that anyone will come for me?”
    The doctor sighed.