Chapter 515 Brushing Shoulders with the Reaper
Finnegan was at a loss. 'Ten years of planning? When did I kill Deacon's parents?' he thought.
He has been investigating the grievances with Deacon all along, without any impression. Even now, he didn't know what was going on.
Finnegan found out that Deacon returned to the country ten years ago, and everything about him started ten years ago.
"Deacon, explain clearly. Did I kill your parents? What's going on?" Finnegan asked. "When did I kill your parents?"
"Finnegan!" Deacon gritted his teeth. In his view, Finnegan did not admit it.
Finnegan asked directly, "What are your parents' names, and how did they die?"
"Ten years ago, you drove and killed my parents, two lives. You actually forgot it. You thought letting the driver take the blame would cover up what you did." Deacon's blood-stained hand tightly grabbed Finnegan's clothes. If he had a chance for revenge, he would definitely want Finnegan to take the blame.
Finnegan pulled Deacon's hand away and said coldly, "I have never hit anyone with a car."
At that moment, the police arrived, and Mario led the officers to surround the area.
Deacon was barely conscious. His thigh was cut by glass, almost hitting an artery, blood flowing, pale face, consciousness fading, and he passed out.
Finnegan ultimately didn't manage to learn much. Deacon was taken away by the police for medical treatment.
Regarding tonight's events, Finnegan explained to the police that he came to the dock to for personal matters. After encountering the explosion, he drove away with Atticus, and coincidentally encountered the attack on Deacon.
Given Finnegan's current social status, the police dared not offend him so they wouldn't suspect his involvement in tonight's dock incident.
After Deacon was taken away, the police left as well, and Atticus approached. "Mr. Abbott, tonight's events are a bit strange."
The cause of the explosion was unclear, and it was also unclear who wanted to kill Deacon.
Finnegan narrowed his deep gaze, looking in the direction where the black car had just left, and said, "It seems that Deacon is just a puppet."
Atticus said, "Mr. Abbott, my legs are a bit weak." Not only his legs but also his heart rate accelerated.
Atticus saw the scene where Deacon was shot just now, but he didn't get a clear look at the person.
Finnegan also didn't see clearly. When his car lights shone over and were reflected back by the mirror, all he saw was a vast white, but he vaguely noticed something on the person's wrist.
"Get in the car."
Finnegan glanced at the time. It was already half past seven, and his family was still waiting for him to come home for dinner.
When Atticus got into the driver's seat, Finnegan asked him to sit in the back and drove himself.
Atticus was a bit embarrassed. "Mr. Abbott, how can I let you drive?"
Finnegan glanced at him. "Then do you want to drive?"
Atticus tapped his weak leg and smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Abbott, for safety, you drive."
They would need to cross a mountain later, and a section of the road was quite bumpy.
Finnegan started the car and headed toward the Abbott family's old mansion. At this time, there were still cars on the road, mostly trucks returning from the dock to the city's warehouses.
As the car descended the mountain road, Finnegan slowed down, not driving too fast due to the terrain.
Suddenly, there was a loud voice as the tire burst, startling Atticus in the back seat. His heart skipped a beat as if it wanted to jump out of his chest, inexplicably scared. "Mr. Abbott."
Finnegan frowned slightly. The tire had burst, but he had to keep driving.
The tire was shot out, and as the car passed by, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was Tate.
She was the one who shot the tire just now.
She called Anthony, "Tell the master I failed."
At the dock, Tate didn't have a chance to act with the police around. And Tate hadn't planned to act, but she had to. Today, Tate wanted to see who had been shadowing her all along.
After the tire burst, nothing else happened. Atticus said, "Mr. Abbott, the tire might have burst due to something underneath it. When we reach the foot of the mountain, I'll have Linda come pick us up."
Before he could finish speaking, a bullet whizzed past.
Finnegan narrowly dodged it by luck. As the bullet pierced through the front windshield of the car, his phone rang. It was Ophelia. He happened to turn his head to look at the phone, narrowly avoiding it.
Still shaken, Finnegan caught a whiff of gasoline.
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