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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words in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded

Frank.

home when he was surprised with Carol’s call.

Carol quickly said. “I was really worried something bad would happen to him. Since

left?” Frank asked,

headed home,

on getting revenge, was

exclaimed anxiously just

big deal-I’ll go get him right

to send him everything he had on Brock, since. Fred definitely wanted revenge against

he had everything, Frank got in his call and sped off, calling Fred

never answered, leaving

almost had enough

help with Fred’s revenge, only for Fred to refuse-did Fred somehow believe he could

the lobby of Brock Estates in the evening,

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