Fred had made those handmade guns himself but never used them for years.

He concealed them under his clothes and stepped out of his room.

Carol was already cooking, and seeing her son, she quickly said, “Dinner’s ready soon. Go set up the table.”

“I won’t be needing dinner,” Fred said, walking up to her side. “I’m leaving soon.”

“Leaving?” Carol was taken aback. “It’s going to be dark soon.”

“Something came up at the office,” Fred explained. “Also, if anything happens, you should call Frank Lawrence.”

Carol’s female intuition was screaming to her right then that something bad was going to happen. Grabbing Fred by the arm, she asked, “What are you hiding from me, Fred? You know tell me, whatever it is.”

“I’m fine,” Fred smiled. “You’re being paranoid now, Mom. I’m going now.”

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in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded meaning in his

Frank. “Hello? Is

when he was surprised with Carol’s call. “Yes, it’s me, Madam Zims. What’s

bad would happen to him. Since you’re more or less the same age, could you check on

Frank asked,

home,

on getting revenge,

Carol exclaimed anxiously

get him right now, and I promise to bring him back in one

called Trevor to send him everything he had on Brock, since. Fred

his call and sped off,

answered,

had enough of the

Fred to refuse-did Fred somehow believe he

in the evening, many

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