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"Lucia!" Eduardo said with anger in his voice as the car pulled up. He walked over and the car door opened and a pair of sexy legs swiveled out and a heeled foot rested on the asphalt.

"You still can't remember who I am, can you?" Lucia's voice said with an evil inflection.

"I don't need to know who you are. It doesn't matter, you took her, you stole her body, killed her, possessed her like a demon but a brain instead of a spirit!"

"Yep, basically!" The tone was mocking, that face a mask of sadistic enjoyment. "It was too bad. I can see why you liked her so much. I can definitely tell why you talked about her legs so much. Every man I've met, they all seem to really love these legs as well. They look so good in a dress and stockings. Every last man turns to jelly when it comes to these legs, and don't get me started on her hands..."

"Enough!" His voice was almost at a shout. "Stop it! You monster! Why did you do this? Who are you?"

"Oh, I've been trying to tell you this whole time, but each and every time you silence me. Well, now is my chance, isn't it? No, I think I'll be off now."

Those pretty, long legs were swung back into the car, the car door shut, and Eduardo saw what was left of her drive off. He was angry, he was saddened and now, more than ever, he wanted to know who had done this.

Jaime still could not believe that Eduardo hadn't figured it out. They were both rivals, and Jaime had been found murdered the same day that Lucia had gone missing and only her body walked out of that seedy motel. Wasn't it obvious?