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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those words in parting, he left, leaving

she called Frank. “Hello? Is this

when he was surprised with Carol’s call. “Yes,

really worried something bad would happen to him. Since you’re

left?” Frank

home, and then

was not bent on getting

Carol exclaimed anxiously

Frank quickly assured her. “It’s no big deal-I’ll go get him right now, and I promise

hung up, Frank promptly called Trevor to send him everything he

in his

never answered, leaving

almost had enough

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

Brock Estates in the evening, many of his colleagues greeted him as

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