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Charles heard the phone and saw it was Brandi's sister, Zoey. He picked it up and answered it.

"Brandi, someone said there was someone at your house! Are you..."

"Brandi," Charles started. "Can't quite come to the phone right now. At least not in the way you mean, though her hand is holding the phone, and it was her fingers that answered the call just now.

He heard a gasp on the other end.

"Who is this?" Zoey asked.

"The person who has your sister's body below her neck."

He heard another gasp, then what sounded almost like a choking sound. When her voice came back it was almost hollow.

"She's dead?"

"Well, her heart's beating, I'm standing on her own two feet, and if her husband... nah, I'll not be crude now. Safe to say you won't be talking to her again. The next time you see her body, it'll be with my face, my head, walking around in her cute jeans shaking that nice ass and feeling those tits of her move in her tight shirts. Bye!"

He hung up the phone and laughed. He wondered if she'd call the cops and send them over here. Not that it mattered, he'd be out the door and gone in just a few seconds and it wasn't like they'd find trace evidence of him. It's not like he had his own fingerprints or most of his DNA anymore. He hoped she did, it'd make it easier. If they were focused on this place, they wouldn't be focused on Zoey's place. She was very pretty and a certain colleague of his also had a need for a new body below his neck too...