Cop v Cop

The non-existent case against Derrick Hinton

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby


Tony Moller is one of life’s careless people. He has ridden roughshod over the feelings of Mona Blades’ family members, those of the people who now own 3 Kirk Crescent in Kawerau, and those of myself, my sister, my mother and my aunt. In doing so, Tony made a mess. The purpose of this website is to clean it up.

Be sure to answer the foolish arguments of fools, or they will become wise in their own estimation - Proverbs 26

On 26 January 2012 and over the following few days, there was widespread media coverage of the accusation by Kawerau building inspector and ex cop Tony Moller, that my father, Mervyn Derrick Hinton, was responsible for the murder of Mona Blades and subsequent concealment of her body. The accusation attracted attention because of the excavation by the Police of the laundry at the house in Kawerau that was built by my parents in 1975.

Nothing was found during the excavation and, after making follow-up inquiries, the Police closed their file on this part that Tony Moller had made.

I now have a copy of the Police file, obtained after a request made under the Official Information Act and the Privacy Act. All of the information it disclosed is now on this website together with details of other allegations notified to me verbally by the Police and also by Tony Moller himself. I am making this information public because my father passed away in 2008 and the right to sue for defamation is lost on the death of the defamed person. The accusations made against him are a weird collection of outright lies, half-truths, rumours and innuendo of which Tony Moller, as a former policeman, ought to be ashamed and embarrassed.

If I and the rest of my family thought my father seriously had a case to answer, we would sit back and allow justice to take its course. We have immense sympathy for the family of Mona Blades, which is entitled to know what happened to their daughter and sister and if my father had been responsible, we would have to live with that.

My father would never have won any popularity contests in Kawerau. He knew it, and he didn’t care. His attitude was that he was there to do a job, not to make friends. The stories about dad, though, tend to have one thing in common – I have never heard a single one (and I grew up with this stuff) where someone passed on their personal experience of anything more than being pulled up on a traffic charge. All the stories have been of things that had apparently happened to someone else, and were being repeated second, third or fourth hand. Rumours. No substance. And, being capable of giving someone a speeding ticket is a long way from being capable of murder, or being the moral equivalent of a Graham Capill – the hugely defamatory comment made by Mitch Harris (an ex Kawerau person) on Radio Live.

Since this saga blew up we have been touched by the number of people who have made contact to tell us their own stories of a man who they found to be unfailingly courteous, kind, and willing to use his discretion in relation to offences that had definitely been committed but that he chose not to pursue.

Now judge Tony Moller’s story for yourself. This is the story told by a man who, as far as I know, wasn’t man enough to confront dad with his suspicions while dad was still alive and still had his mental faculties. The story of a hypocrite who, until at least three years before dad died, was sending dad chatty emails, even on one occasion forwarding him a photo from 1973, when the Moller and Hinton families all went out for the day.

I wrote to Tony to give him the chance to retract his allegations and publicly apologise. If he had done so, this website would not exist but he ignored the letter. A big person apologises when they are wrong. What does that make you, Tony?