Chapter 4

Snow

"I found a match." Detective Parker announces. "Ready to know who you are Miss Snow?" He asks me and I suddenly feel nervous.

"I'm ready. Detective." I say.

"Okay, Miss Snow." Detective parker starts and turns his computer monitor towards us. "Your name is Lily Jenkins."

I inhale sharply as he mentions my name, trying to keep my emotions under control. I take in the image of myself on the screen. I had a smile on but it looked forced. And my hair was a little messy but I looked...okay in the picture.

"You're 22 years old and you're an investigative reporter," The detecive informs us and snickers. "but you suck at your job. You're unemployed, you have an online blog but not many views. Your parents died in a car crash on their way to your college graduation." He reads my profile out loud and I scowl at him.

But my scowl was immediately replaced with a sad face. I have a miserable life. No parents, no job and a lame blog. My life is just sad. My chest felt like it was tightening up and I couldn’t breathe, when he mentioned the death of my parents.

I look at Sam and find her looking back at me with a sympathetic look. I smile at her, letting her know that I'm okay. Cody on the other hand was glaring at the Detective, a cold look on his face. He was probably doing that because the detective read my profile with a harsh tone.

"Let me take a look at your social media profile and see if I can find out more. Maybe you'll remember something." Detecrive parkers says while turning the monitor screen towards him.

I notice Cody gazing at me as if studying my expression. "Are you okay?" He asks me dully and I nod.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I say and look away, drowning myself in my thoughts.

We sit quietly in silence until two men suddenly burst in, breathing heavily. Both of them are tall young men, probably in their early 20s but the difference is that one of them has long hair, blonde and is tied up in a bun. The other has short black hair, combed neatly. They both took my blood samples to test them and I guess they were here with results.

"Detective," The blonde one starts and pauses to catch his breath, his hand on his waist. The other placed his hand on his knee after they had burst in and hadn't look up. He was still trying to catch his breath.

"Detective, we...we...we found something." Says the blonde man, his breath now steady.

"I need to start working out." Mutters the black-haired man before straightening up.

"What did you find?" Sam finally speaks after staying silent. She hadn't spoken since she explained my case to the Detective. She looks more nervous than I am.

The two men turn to us and the black-haired man starts talking. "Overdose of drug." He announces dramatically.

"Huh?" The Detective questions. Sam Cody and I are just as confused as he is.

The blonde rolls his eyes playfully at his colleague. "What Tony means to say is that, Miss Jenkins overdosed on a drug called ZIP leading to her memory loss."

I gasp. Why would I overdose? Was I a drug addict? That can't be. If I was, Detective Parker would've mentioned it.

"Zeta Interacting Protein, otherwise known as ZIP is a drug that is used to treat traumatised patients. It is used to erase selective memories that they don't want to remember." Tony continues.

"The keyword here is selective. But Miss Jenkins has lost all her memories. We suspect that she didn't do this to herself."

"And why do you suspect that?" Cody asked, concerned.

"Miss Jenkins' entire system is flooded with this drug. This is similar to the case of Mr and Mrs Singh's daughter."

"Yes I remember that case. Detective Jonas was the lead detective." Detecive Parker pipes in. "Are you saying that they're related? That someone did this to them? To Miss Snow?"

"That's exactly what we're saying Detective, although we’re not very sure about this." Tony confirms.

On hearing this, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. How could someone do this to me? What did I do to make them hurt me this way, erasing all my memories? What at all happened?

I was so confused and scared and my emotions were out of control.

Sam moves from her seat to comfort me when she spotted me crying.

"Parker. What exactly happened to the daughter you were talking about?" Cody asks.

"The Singh's daughter?" Parker asks. When Cody doesn't answer, he sighs before speaking. "She was kidnapped. We found the girl three weeks after the investigation commenced but she didn't remember anything. We caught one of the kidnappers but he poisoned himself with a drug before we could bring him in. We sent the kidnapper to the hospital and after they cleaned up his wound, they found out that his memories were also erased."

"And nobody saw anything?" Sam asks from beside me.

"No. We couldn't find anything either." The detective answers. "Is there a possibility that Miss Snow will remember something?"

"Yes, she will. But it will take some time." The scientists answer.

"Thanks boys." He gestures towards the two men.

"Let's go Billy." Tony says to his blonde mate and they walk out of the office.

"Alright. We've got answers. Let's go." Cody announces, rising up from his seat.

As we are about to do same, the detective stops us. “Wait."

We stop and give him our attention.

"What is it?" Cody asks sternly.

"I just checked out Miss Snow's F******k page. You said you found her yesterday right?" Sam nods.

"At around 6:30 in the morning, Miss Snow posted something on her page. Something about finally going to solve a case that will hopefully take her career to the next level."

Cody urged the detecive to continue after he paused. "What you 'went to solve' yesterday, leading to your memory loss, was probably dangerous. I'll advise you to stay with Mr Wells until we figure everything out. I'll look into your case. I also think it would be best to visit a therapist if you want to recover your memories. "

"Thank you Detective." I manage to say.

"Sorry for what happened to you." The detective apologizes and I nod.

We walk out of the room afterwards and head towards our car. As we walk, Sam comforts me. "It's good that we now know your identity now. Detective Parker is one of the best there is. He'll solve this case. Don't worry."

"Thanks Sam." Although Cody is walking ahead of us, I can tell that he is listening to our conversation.

"So what do you prefer we call you?"

"I think I prefer Snow. My actual name reminds me of when Detective Parker implied how miserable my life was."

"Don't mind him. He's just a very big jerk." Sam says to me and I give her a small smile.

On our way home, I keep thinking about my past life and everything else I learned today. I mostly focus on my last post on F******k. What exactly was I supposed to solve yesterday? What exactly was I investigating? Was it that dangerous that I had to lose my memory because of it? I wish I get answers to my questions sooner. I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it. I feel so uneasy.

I am in the backseat with Sam. My hand is in hers and she's squeezing it soothingly to give me comfort. We all sit in the car in silence not saying a word. Everyone was probably overwhelmed by what we all discovered today.

I suddenly feel like a burden to Cody when I remember Detecive Parker telling me to stay with Cody. He didn't seem too happy about it earlier.

Suddenly, my head begins to throb painfully as a memory flashes through my mind. I grunt in pain but it only makes the headache worse.

Cody must've been startled because I felt the car jerk to the side. With his usual scowl, he looks at me in the rearview mirror. "What the hell is going on back there?" He yells but I can't answer. I feel like someone is continously hitting my head with a metallic mallet.

"What's wrong?" Sam asks softly.

"I- I." I stutter as the intensity of the pain in head is reducing.

"You what?" She pries, her voice still calm. I notice Cody looking at me impatiently through the rearview mirror as he drives.

"I remembered something." I blurt out.