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Then he leaned forward, fired up his computer and brought up the security camera app to keep an eye on the thugs in the hall. Slumping down into his comfortable swing office chair he sipped his coffee for a few minutes as his mind cleared. This he took back along the corridor, through the large sitting room and on into his study.

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This wouldn’t secure them for long but any efforts of theirs to try and break free would alert Wilder as soon as he’d switched on the house’s CCTV system upstairs in his office.Īfter frisking both he went back upstairs to the kitchen and made a large breakfast-sized cup of coffee. He had just had time and enough twine left to tie their feet and ankles to the door chain. Here he bent down and working fast, bound their wrists behind their backs and then their wrists to their ankles.

Snatching up a pair of kitchen scissors, he ran back down the stairs to the two thugs. Putting the frying pan down on the central island, he rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a large ball of heavy twine. Running back upstairs, he hurried through to the kitchen. Wilder quickly switched on the lights, picked up the gun and ran down to check on the two. When the two men reached the bottom of the stairs, utter silence followed. He fell backwards on top of his companion and both tumbled down the stairs intertwined in each other to accompanying shouts of pain, the noise of their rapid descent and the smashing of two banister poles. The thug’s yells of shock and pain were now followed by utter mayhem.

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Stepping swiftly forward, Wilder then smashed the leading intruder full in the face with the flat of the heavy pan. The gun flew out of the hand and skidded away across the landing floor. The force drove the hand and the gun down onto the floor of the landing. He then used his considerable strength to bring the edge of the frying pan down onto the hand holding the gun. Wilder waited a fraction of a second until the gun-hand was past the top of the stairs. A moment later one hand holding a gun the other a torch appeared at the top of the stairs. He clenched his jaw tightly and raised the frying pan to shoulder level. So this wasn’t going to be a social call - that was for sure. He knew instantly these people had been sent here by the Xiong Corporation. Straining to hear as they drew closer, Wilder was shocked to find that they were speaking in Mandarin, the one Chinese dialect he knew reasonably well. By now, the intruders had started up the stairs and had begun whispering to each other. He cursed that being tired when he got back home last night around midnight it seemed that he’d locked only one of the front door’s three locks. He could now hear that intruders had managed to get into the house and that there were at least two of them. Hurrying back to the top of the stairs, he stopped but didn’t look around the corner. Here he picked the heaviest frying pan off a rack of four of them. With the house now lit only by shafts of bright moonlight angling through the south-facing windows, he turned and ran along the landing and into the kitchen. He dropped his hand from the switch, crossed back to the stairs up to the bedrooms and switched off the lights on the stairs and on the second floor above. There it was again - down the next flight of stairs, in the gloom of the hallway below, there came the faint noise someone outside the house trying to pick one of the front-door locks. With his hand still paused by the switch, he listened intently.

But just as his finger found the switch, he stopped he thought he’d heard something. As Tom Wilder came down the stairs from his bedroom and reached the first floor landing, he was about to stretch out and switch on the lights for the landing.