Mr. Block was fairly tired from his previous day's sculpting. Chad and Tony had turned out nicely. They now occupied a shelf in a display cabinet in the other room.
The bell rang. Mr. Block sighed. He must've left the advert up for help. He was really up to sculpting anyone today. The putty helped, but it was the doll maker who provided the energy for the transformation. He would say he was unwell, and to come back in a week. He paused at the door, we'll maybe tomorrow, if they would make a good addition to the collection.
He opened the door. He started to say, "I am sorry, but I'm a bit under the weath-"
He stopped and stared. A uniformed Policeman was on the stoop.
"Hello, constable, what can I do for you today?"
"Hullo, Mr. - Block, is it?"
"Yes, Block."
"I'm investigating a disappearance," he said.
Had Chad and Tony told someone they were coming here for a job? Maybe they texted someone before he puttied them?
"If I can be of help? Why do you think they might have come here?"
"I didn't say disappearances, just disappearance. Why did you say they?" The officer asked.
"I am a bit hard of hearing, I thought you said disappearances?"
"As to why, there's CCTV footage. Goes in, doesn't come out."
"CCTV?"
The officer pointed at small metal box atop a utility pole. Then he hands Mr Block a photograph of his front stoop.