Ted felt an urge to run, but all the same, he stood his ground, a wry smile as he spoke.
‘I thought I might see you gentlemen again.’
‘No games this time old man, just tell us where they are,’ Caton said wearily.
‘Where who are?’ Even as he spoke Ted sensed the blow coming from Joyce. Sharply delivered, it brought blood to his mouth and lips. Ted touched his face and tasted the blood, his legs felt unsteady, but he gripped the desk with his right hand. ‘You men, you always think that violence is the answer.’ Caton delivered the second punch, and though Ted’s legs buckled, he held on and stood up straight again. He realised he was shaking.
‘For God’s sake just tell us, old man!’ Caton shouted. ‘I don’t make a habit of killing old men, but if I have to…’ Caton shrugged. Although it was a
