“So, you caught me,” Chet said flatly to Fiona with handcuffs on his wrists, “But what -- exactly -- is your plan now? I can’t imagine you have a body swapper to switch us back, and I’m not going to tell you where mine is. Plus, consider that you are in the body of a male criminal who has a young woman handcuffed at a cafe on the street. If I start shouting, how well do you think this is going to turn out for you?”
“Then why haven’t you shouted?” Fiona asked.
“Because I have an insane curiosity about wondering just how far you thought this all through.”
In all honesty, she hadn’t. All she knew was that Chet had stolen her body. Catching him was as far as her plan went, but she had to have some way to force him to swap back with her; she had to figure out some way, right?
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