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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he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly

called Frank. “Hello? Is

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

he came home,” Carol quickly said. “I was really worried something bad would happen to him. Since you’re more

Frank

brat headed home, and then left

bent on getting revenge, was

exclaimed anxiously just

ma’am,” Frank quickly assured her. “It’s no big deal-I’ll go get him right now, and I promise to bring him back in

up, Frank promptly called Trevor to send him everything he

his call and sped off, calling Fred repeatedly along

answered,

enough of

Fred’s revenge, only for Fred to refuse-did Fred somehow believe

in the evening, many of his colleagues greeted him as

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