“Inside the bathroom?”
“I—It’s silly, but I just don’t remember.”
“Don’t remember hitting your head, or going into the bathroom?”
“Either,” she admitted. “I must’ve really knocked it.” She tapped her fingers to the bump, winced. “I could use a blocker.”
“I don’t want to give you anything until I check you out a little more,” Steve told her.
“You’re the doctor.”
Eve thought of a case, not so long before, where memories had been lost. Or stolen. “How bad’s the headache?”
“Between crappy and lousy.”
“If you try to remember, does the pain increase?”
“Remember hitting it?” Carolee closed her eyes, squeezed them in concentration. “No. It stays between crappy and lousy.”
“Any nausea, baby, or blurred vision?” Steve shined a penlight in her eyes to check pupil reaction.
“No. I feel like I walked into a wall or something and smacked my head. That’s it.”
“There was an Out of Order sign on the door,” Eve reminded her.
“There . . . That’s right!” Carolee’s eyes brightened. “I do remember that. So I . . . but I wouldn’t—I know I didn’t go off to one of the other restrooms. I wouldn’t leave Pete. I must’ve gone in. I must’ve, because I had to come out again, right? He wasn’t there waiting. I must’ve slipped and hit my head, and I’m just a little shaky on the details. I’m not sure I understand why it matters to the police.”
“Mrs. Grogan, you were missing for over an hour.”
“Me? Missing? That’s crazy. I just—” But she glanced at her wrist unit, and went sheet white. “But that can’t be. That can’t be the right time. We were only gone for a few minutes. The ferry ride takes less than a half hour, and we’d barely started. This can’t be right.”
“Nobody could find you. We couldn’t find you,” Steve said. “We were so scared.”
“Well, God.” She stared at her husband, shoved a hand through her hair as it started to sink in. “Did I wander off? Hit my head and wander off? Maybe I have a concussion. I wandered off.” She looked down at Pete. “And then I yelled at you when I was the one. I’m sorry, kiddo. Really.”
“We thought you were dead ’cause there was the blood.” The boy pressed his face to Carolee’s breast and started to cry.
“Blood?”
“Mrs. Grogan, the DOT officials notified the NYPSD not only because you were, apparently, missing, but because the facilities they believed you entered had a considerable amount of blood on the floor, as well as spatter on the walls and doors of the stalls.”
“But . . .” Her breathing went shallow as Carolee stared at Eve. “It’s not mine. I’m okay.”
“It’s not yours. You went into the bathroom,”
Eve prompted, “despite the Out of Order sign.”
“I can’t remember. It’s just blank. Like it’s been erased. I remember watching Pete go into the boys’ room, and I . . . I remember seeing the sign, but then, I can’t. I would’ve gone in,” she murmured. “Yes, that’s what I would’ve done, just to check, because it was right there and why not look? I couldn’t leave Pete. But I don’t remember going in, or . . . coming out. But I couldn’t have gone in, or I would’ve come out. Probably screaming if I saw blood all over the place. It doesn’t make sense.”
“No,” Eve agreed, “it doesn’t.”
“I didn’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t.”
“I don’t think you hurt anyone.”
“An hour. I lost an hour. How can that be?”
“Have you ever lost time before?”