Rodney sprinted as fast as his legs would take him, chasing after a man, as he weaved in between buildings and over rooftops. Rather, the woman, who had been fleeing from the scene of a murder three years ago, and stole the body of the first person she ran into, using some form of black magic. Ever since he had been transformed into “Eleanor Fitzgerald,” Rodney had been running from cops, Eleanor’s debt collectors and living the life of a criminal. Meanwhile, Eleanor must have been living the life he’d built for his family, with his perfect record. Either that, or she ditched his body as quickly as she ditched her own. Now that his life was back in front of him, Rodney wasn’t going to let it escape. If she wouldn’t give his body back, he had no intention of letting the imposter live.