Gladys asked Dante, “How the hell did you wind up owning a souvenir store anyway?”
“Killed the owners,” Dante said without looking up from the television.
“You’re proud of this,” said Adam. “You are delighted that you killed them.”
“Sure,” said Dante. “The guy was a cyborg fascist and this place was a front for a terror cell. The world is better without them.”
Adam said nothing.
“Anyway,” Dante continued, “last time I lived somewhere that I didn’t kill the previous occupant, it was haunted. This way I know the ghosts will be too scared of me to come back.”