Chapter 22

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I"d just gotten home and was about to feed the cat that didn"t even pretend to like me when Grace called. "Wow! You must be psychic. I was about to call you…" I said "Jamie," Grace said, "You"re not going to believe this. I just spoke with Susan Doyle--she said Rosa Michaels was run over and killed this afternoon! Witnesses say the driver was gunning for her. Her husband Steve"s been arrested and they want to pin Spike"s murder on him, too. Their theory is love triangle gone bad. So, Adam"s off the hook for now, maybe for good." "I don"t even know what to say…" I sat down in my armchair, trying to absorb this bombshell. "Aren"t you happy? This is great news." "Not for Rosa Michaels," I pointed out. "I know, I know. The poor girl…she married a killer. It happens way too often. Are you going to call your aunt and tell her the news?" My head was spinning. "Yeah, I will. She"ll be relieved. She didn"t know Adam was about to be charged, but I"m sure she was worried about it. Her main concern is still Adam--he"s a mess." "Maybe if he knows they arrested Steve, he"ll feel better?" Grace suggested. "I don"t know; I"ll leave that up to Dr. Simon. I"ve already tried playing detective; I"m not ready to dabble in psychotherapy!" "How about retail therapy?" Grace laughed. "That, I can handle." I said. We made a date to get together for shopping and dinner the following weekend and hung up. I felt conflicted. I was relieved Adam wasn"t going to be arrested, but it still felt like a piece of the puzzle was missing. I decided not to tell Duke right away--let him finish checking out Steve"s whereabouts for the time of the murder. And Adam was still suffering. I wasn"t sure that Steve"s arrest would make a difference to him. I knew I’d be counting the hours until his hypnotherapy the next morning. I settled in for a long night.
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