followed recently? Had any strange calls?’
‘No.’
‘OK, how about any problems with people? Colleagues, family members, friends?’
‘No, nothing. Like I said, I’m just a normal person who lives a fairly quiet life.’ I pause, wondering how to tell them. ‘But…’ I close my eyes for a moment.
‘Yes?’ Summers’ voice prompts me to open them again.
‘Well… my doctor just told me something happened to me after the party.’
Summers inclines his head and waits for me to carry on.
I tell him all I know so far, and it’s as if I’m talking about someone else, because what Dr Traynor told me couldn’t possibly have happened, could it? It’s something so bizarre. One minute I would’ve been happy Chloe, excited about our first baby, and the next, I was crazy Chloe, hallucinating that people were out to get me and injuring myself trying to get away from them.
Summers regards me for a moment with his eyebrows raised. ‘Did you have a history of depression before the miscarriage?’
‘No, not that I know of.’ I wonder what other loose cannons are in my past that I can’t remember.
‘And no other allergic reaction to prescribed drugs before?’
‘Well, I can’t take penicillin because it brings me out in hives, but I...no, I’ve never had a…’ God, I can’t even bring myself to say the word ‘psychotic’. ‘I’ve never had a reaction like Dr Traynor described.’
Summers glances at Flynn for a brief moment then back to me. ‘What have the doctors said about your memory loss?’
‘Dr Traynor said there’s no brain injury or damage. It might be something to do with…’ I wave my hands around, trying to recall exactly what he said, but everything’s such a shock. ‘Erm…it might be a delayed reaction to the original antidepressants. They’re going to do some more tests.’
‘Do we have permission to speak to your doctors about your medical history?’
‘Yes. Yes, of course. I’ve got nothing to hide. I just want to get this sorted out. I won’t feel safe until whoever took me is caught. Will you be able to find out what happened? Because this man is still out there, and I don’t have a clue who he is or how he managed to abduct me.’ I glance at Summers, eyes pleading, my heart rate going through the roof.
‘Man? Is there anything that leads you to believe it was a man?’
‘Well…no, but why would a woman do this? It makes sense to be a man, doesn’t it?’
‘It’s very possible. Don’t worry, Mrs Benson, you’re safe here.’
I blink back the rising terror. ‘Please call me Chloe. And I won’t be here forever, will I? What if he comes back to get me?’
‘We’re going to do everything we can to find out what happened,’ Summers says, although he doesn’t look convinced. ‘But, with your limited memory of things, it may be a little difficult, I’m afraid.’
‘Do you know who found me?’ I ask.
‘A woman called…’ Flynn looks down at his notepad. ‘Anne Casey. She was driving down the Great North Road, heading home from work at the time. She called an ambulance on her mobile, and they met her at the scene.’
‘The Great North Road? That’s about five miles from where I live.’
‘You were found on a stretch of road that runs along the boundary of Sherrardspark Woods,’ Summers says. ‘Have you been to that area before? Walked in the woods, maybe?’
I start to shake my head, but the pain stops me. I lean back against the pillow and take a deep breath, willing the nausea to disappear. ‘No. Never. Liam’s driven down that road before when we’ve gone to Welwyn village, but I’ve never been into the woods.’
‘Would you be willing to accompany us to where you were found to see if you recognize the area where you might’ve come from?’ Summers asks.
The thought sends a chill up my spine, but I tell myself I’ll be safe. I’ll be with police officers. Nothing can happen again, can it?
Before I can answer, Liam rushes into