"Who would think anyone would need a lawyer in Chicago?"

"I'm sure I can find some disappointing job here." Eric rolled his eyes.

“After I get a car."

"We'll find you one. I wasn't towing that crap box of yours here.

Thing would have left a trail of pieces across the east coast."

Eric turned to her with a grin.

"Okay, I'm lousy at fixing cars. Can I really get one?"

“We'll go into town in a couple days and find you something reasonable."

"Cool, thanks."

“See? Things are already getting better for you." Emma gestured at the house again.

“Let's start over. See that house, know what it is?"

"Cursed!" Eric replied with a smirk.

“Would you stop that? It's not cursed. Something bad just happened here once."

“Bad like death." Eric held up his hand in the shape of a gun.

"Guy lost his marbles and shot his wife." He bent his finger as if pulling a trigger.

"Then his son." He repeated the motion.

"I know."

"Then?" Eric put his finger in his mouth.

"Blew his own damn brains out. Yup, that would be bad."

"So what? This isn't a damned movie where the house is haunted, Eric."

She waved her hand at him.

"I bet if you look through the history of any old house, someone died or was killed."

"Yeah, but how many?" Eric was now facing her and even though she didn't like the topic, at least he was speaking to her and seemed excited, albeit for a stupid reason.

“Three years before that guy went nuts a woman committed suicide.

Hung herself in the attic while her husband was at work. They used to fight all the time and he was investigated because they thought he might have done it."