CHAPTER 11- Matiu -
Matiu sits for a minute, scanning the paddock, the fence line, the trees that mark the boundary of Hanson’s property. It used to be Conservation land, back before budget cuts forced the Government to sell off large chunks of regenerating coastal forest just to keep their parliamentary lunch bill paid. He’s been here before, of course, once or twice, back when he used to work the fringes of the Auckland pit-fighting rings, usually just watching the perimeter, keeping an eye out for the five-oh. Still, that was close enough. He’d still heard what was going on inside those walls. The screams of the crowd, of the dogs. Screams that drove through him like nails, but work was work. Sometimes things have to be done.
The farm was where Hanson brought new dogs, the ones that h
