Harvey checked his watch. The second-hand ticked slowly past twelve, indicating that yet another minute had passed. Half an hour was not the usual wait for jobs like this. Ten, fifteen minutes tops. Never half an hour. Harvey stared at the house across the street, scanning for any sign of movement inside. Nothing move. Nothing shifted. No shadows on the walls. The place was dead.
"Fuckin' prank callers." Harvey mumbled, pulling open the door to the car and sitting down. He left the door open a moment, taking one last look at the house. Sighing, he got out of the car and headed across the street.
Harvey moved cautiously up the walk, eyes darting from window to window. At last, he found himself in front of a dark-stained oak door, a stark contrast to the light color of the rest of the building. He ran a hand over the rough wood, deciding whether or not this was a good idea. Slowly, he curled his fingers into a fist and knocked three times.
The house made no sound, except for some old wind chimes which sung their familiar jingle in the gentle breeze.