Late one night the neighbor knocked on my front door and asked me if I could help him lift a big trunk. It was down in his basement and it was too heavy to lift. “I need some help to take it up the stairs and out to the car.” I asked him, “What’s in the trunk?”

He said, “Some old things that I’m getting rid off. I’m taking it to the Salvation Army.” We dragged it up the stairs and out to the car. We put the heavy thing in the back seat of his car. It sure was heavy. He said, “Thanks for helping me, I can take it from here.”

Three days later the police were at his house asking him questions. When the cops left I went over. I wanted to know if everything was all right. He said that everything was fine but that his wife has disappeared three days ago and that her mother was worried enough to call the police. I went home not suspecting anything wrong. It was later in the day when I thought of the heavy trunk. What was in that?

The next day I got a visit from the police. They started asking me questions about my neighbor; I guess I’m a nosey guy. I told them about the trunk and dragging it up the stairs and out to the car. I told them how it hurt my back, and he didn’t even offer me a beer. After the police left my place they went over my neighbor’s house and they took him to the police station.

They found his wife. I couldn’t believe it. I had helped him to drag that heavy trunk upstairs and inside of it was it wife. I didn’t think she weighed that much!