A small man, dressed in a dark suit, was seated at a desk, writing with a fountain pen on light blue paper. He looked up and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Smith, the TV repairman—are you Rogers?"
"Yes, but I—"
Then Smith killed him.
He emerged from the house with Rogers draped over his shoulder and staggered over to the truck. He shoved the corpse in and crawled in after. Moving rapidly, he opened the door of a trim metal cabinet directly behind the cab and shoved Rogers inside. Then he pushed a button on the side of the contraption and it began to hum.
After two minutes he cut the power and opened the cabinet. It was empty.
Smith whistled softly as he walked back to the house. He strode noisily in and called, "Hey, Mrs. Rogers!"
She emerged from a door near the head of the stairs and came down. "Yes?" she said.
Smith grinned at her. "It's okay, lady—the job is over."