"Can we have your name?" Danielle asked.
"Sure. It's Zoe Warren," she smiled.
"And what do you do, Miss Warren?"
"I'm an elementary school teacher," she said.
Danielle frowned. She looked a bit young for that. She mentally upped her estimate of age a few years, but it still seemed to come short.
She turned her attention back to the older woman. "What's the last thing you remember?" She got a blank look. "We'll take her down to the station," she suggested to her partner, "take her fingerprints, pictures...and run them through the database. Then take her over for psychiatric evaluation."
Her partner nodded, "Sounds like a plan. Thank you for your help, Miss Warren. We'll be in touch."
They turned to leave, escorting the woman out. Danielle looked back, and frowned, revising her estimate of Warren's age up again. How could she have thought she was only fourteen?
