"Chase!"

"I saw you on the news. Killer work!"

"I guess we're krypt now. Unless you've been slackin."

"Me slackin'? You must be takin' the piss, I've done loads.

Three kills and half a dozen Rennies."

"Nice. How are the girls?"

"They were a bit worried about you, but on the mend now. Zo's positively chipper about the new courses. 

Lilith. Had a bit of a bother, but she handled it. Finally got the burning underpants trick down."

"Jason again?"

"And Mike, and Steve, and Bob. The shite one not the krypt one."

"So Bob passed."

"Well I'm sure he has now. If not he still has another full moon left."

"What happens to people who fail, and aren't me?"

"Shame and disgrace and needing to retake it.

Sandy probably won't kill him."

"We'll help him out if he's still stuck by the end of waxing. More importantly money."

"Money?"

"Took my Sire's advice and one of the Rennies is a banker. And a Jew which isn't how Sire put it but he was weirdly insistent on. But my point is we can do insider trading.

If we know where the ding-dong butcher is gonna hit we can short the market. Then when we go back to school we can long it."

"Well the killer has never hit Pizza Bungalo. That has to be priced into their stock."

"Pizza Bungalo, delivery for Mike Roch."

Wait really?

"would like to assure you that this is a one off incident, and that you can still trust us with your Pizza."

"If you are inside a box, and someone brings the box into the house does that count?"

"Should do, I can start teaching you more lock picking as a back up. Or just do it for you then you loop back, seems a bit convoluted though."

"Pizza Bungalo order for Hugh Jass."

"What is the safety phrase?"

"I am a faggot.

I better get a tip."

From the ghost interrogation I already knew that management are huge dicks that let customers pick their own safety phrases, and that this guy was on the torture list but...