Read Walk the Right Road: The Complete Series for Free Online

any of these answers?” Marcie asked. Sam liked that spark of personality.
    “It’s too soon to tell, but psychiatrists can decipher all kinds of things going on in someone’s head that we can’t see.” The intern smiled warmly at Sam, ignoring Jesse, who stood off to the side. Then she deliberately placed her back to Marcie, glancing down at Sam’s ring finger. “You know, there’s really nothing more you can do here, and I get off in an hour. Any chance you’d like to grab a coffee?”
    Jesse chuckled from the corner, reminding Sam of how easily women flocked to him, but it was the bright tears sparkling in Marcie’s hurt eyes that sliced open Sam’s gut.
    “Ah, no.” Sam moved to stand by Marcie, annoyed by emotions he didn’t care to explore waging war inside of him. “Listen, what happens after all these tests are done? Are you going to admit her?”
    The intern’s suggestive smile vanished. Her spine stiffened. “Most likely, she’ll be released. We’re overcrowded as it is. There are no beds.”
    This time Jesse stepped up. “Oh, come on. Are you telling me you’d throw out a woman who can’t remember who she is? Where’s she supposed to go?”
    The nice perky intern vanished before Sam’s eyes. She crossed her tanned arms in front of her. “Oh, come on, Detective. That’s not fair to put on me. We got no beds. You know how bad it is for county cases. She’s got no insurance, right?”
    “If my memory’s gone, how would I know if I had insurance?” Everyone looked down at Marcie, who seemed very aware.
    “Maybe we can get you to one of those women’s shelters for tonight.”
    How thoughtful of Jesse. But Sam knew how bad some of those places could be, and that was if you were lucky enough to find a bed. “Look,” he said, “I haven’t been home in a while. My place has been closed up, but there’s a bed for you to sleep in tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll come up with a new plan.”
    Marcie said nothing, though she gave a weak nod, appearing to consider the idea. “Just for tonight, then. I really don’t want to put you out.”
    Now he felt bad for having tried to sneak away earlier. She seemed genuinely nice, which was a far cry from the criminal element he usually encountered. At least he’d have one more night of sobriety. Maybe tomorrow he’d get a chance to wallow in misery.

Chapter Five
    M arcie’s head CT came back negative for any serious head trauma. The psychiatrist assessed Marcie briefly and said there was no clinical explanation for her memory loss. He suspected her memory could easily return in a few days, but if it didn’t return in a few weeks, he suggested she explore it further with a neurologist.
    Jesse drove Sam and Marcie back to Sam’s small flat in the French Quarter. Instead of going right home, Jesse accepted Sam’s invitation to come up.
    “Let me open some windows.” Sam slid open the balcony door. An instant breeze stirred the musty air.
    Marcie leaned against a bare wall, crossing her arms across her blood-splattered shirt. She looked around the simple box room. Every dingy wall remained free of pictures or adornments. This place was merely four walls and humble furnishings.
    “How long’s it been since you were here last?” Jesse had a heavy rhythmic walk, swaying his shoulders with each step, wandering the plain apartment kitchen as he spoke. He had a tanned, slightly scarred face, mysterious dark eyes, cropped curly hair, and a wide mouth, which smiled on command to shamelessly flash a gleaming silver tooth.
    Jesse appeared distracted and distant, pulling open the fridge and then the old, scratched cupboards as if inspecting the unmaintained unit’s condition.
    “Over six months. Don’t know why I keep the place. Guess I can’t figure out what to do with everything. So I keep paying the rent.” Sam fiddled with an old clock sitting on a cluttered desk in what Marcie supposed was part of the living room. The way he smoothed his hand