Chapter 333

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 you can tell me, whatever it is."

"I'm fine," Fred smiled. "You're being paranoid now, Mom. I'm going now."

And with those words in parting, he left, leaving Carol ruminating the seemingly loaded meaning in his words.

After some thought, she called Frank. "Hello? Is this Mr. Lawrence?"

Frank just arriv