It was A sunday and around 10 o'clock in the morning, just after Harry had finished his job at the church, doing what vicars do. It isn't like you need the details.

He'd just come home, his wife was golfing and his son at a concert, he had the house all to himself. Once he had gotten comfortable with a tea in the living room, the doorbell rang. He sighed. Just as he'd sat down... But oh, well. Maybe it was someone important.