CHAPTER 28: SMELLS LIKE A SET UP

MARIE I was beginning to settle in at Crystal's place. The neighborhood was quiet, but this was a good thing, too, because it allowed me to sit and think without being disturbed. Crystal's flair for colors also made the house vibrant and lively. I didn't feel dull or bored, and very little here reminded me of Damian. I could safely say that I felt free and less stressed because I wasn't worrying about him or what else he'd do in his desperation to get me back. I sighed, telling myself not to think about Damian too much. He'd willingly signed the divorce papers, so I wondered why he would still go to extremes. Yes, getting him to sign the divorce papers had been my aim, but it still hurt to be told he'd signed them so suddenly. I was about to fall into the hole of thoughts again when my phone rang, pulling me away from every thought of Damian. It was the private detective I'd hired to help find out who had been behind Dr Oslin's murder. It was hard to believe whom the poor man had