CHAPTER 16Ted Wilton sat in the kitchen of the home, his wife and himself rented in Masterton. This was a temporary arrangement for he hoped that when everything blew over, they could return to Riversdale Beach to their home of the last eight years. He was by himself for a few weeks as his wife was overseas on a trip that they could never afford but with capitalisation of part of his superannuation it became possible. The idea of travelling abroad had not interested him anyway. He shrugged, pulled the tag off the can of beer and glanced at his watch. They said between eleven and noon. It was now almost the later time.
Even though he was expecting them, the sudden noise of the door being flung open made him jump.
Three men stood there, two gigantic brutes who looked their part, that is st
