Chapter 5 9

Nick stood in the kitchen, unable to breathe, words stuck in his throat. Julia approached him, her blond hair unruffled and neat, her bright eyes full of life and care and concern.She stood upright, full of confidence, as if she was coming out of an impossible dream, and all his affection and affection for the woman in front of him instantly recovered. Nick? Without saying a word, he reached out, pulled her closer to him, and hugged her tightly, as if she would slip away from him at any moment, as if he had a brief moment to express his love, and then she would disappear forever. honey, what's the matter?Julia hugged him back.

He was still speechless. She was surprised to see his tears, she had only seen him cry twice in all the years they were together.Once when he was eliminated in a national competition at the age of fifteen, and the other time was three years ago, at his parents' funeral. You really scare me.Tears of fear and compassion welled up in her eyes too.She hugged him and tried to reassure him and calm him down.What the hell happened? But Nick didn't know what to say.The mere fact that she was still alive made him weep with joy, God had granted him this impossible wish, and he couldn't tell her what happened, no, he corrected himself, what would happen in the future.

i love you.He holds her face.I love you, I love you with all my heart.I'm sorry for saying those things this morning. Just for this matter?Just because you don't want to go to dinner with Moles?She was so surprised that her uncontrollable sobs turned into sad and joyful laughter.You freaked me out, I thought she stopped to catch her breath.I thought who was dead! Nick pulled her over again, he couldn't tell her what was in his heart, he could only kiss her affectionately, as if to swallow her, and she stroked his back gently. Unknowingly, they lay down on the ground and took off their clothes.The understanding and sadness after the quarrel and reconciliation ignited their passion.Nick loved her with all his heart, poured all his affections into her, kissed her tenderly and fiercely, and thanked her like a gift from heaven.

Julia smiled and got dressed in front of Nick, who sat on the kitchen counter with his legs down, watching her every move.She lost her balance as she tried to put the black dress back on, and her foot stepped on the zipper, tearing a slit.She grabbed the cabinet in the middle and burst out laughing again.I love having passionate sex in the evening. I'm sorry for breaking your skirt.Nick smiled back when he saw the rip in her dress. You can break it again if you like. Nick laughed, but the fear of losing her came back again, and the good mood quickly faded.He jumped off the counter, reached into his pocket and took out the gold watch.

This pocket watch is not bad!Julia buttoned up her shirt as she spoke, looking surprised at the pocket watch.Is it from your girlfriend? Believe me, when he lifts the watch back, it reads 6:15.I'm already busy enough to deal with you alone. Do you think the power will be restored tonight?I'm not complaining. Nick ignored her and hurried out of the kitchen without a word of explanation.He went to the dining room, locked and closed the French windows to the back balcony, and drew the curtains, as did the living room door; he checked the windows in each room, and when they were all locked, he went into the hall, and finally made sure that even the door was locked.

What the hell are you doing?Julia asked. Nick turned and saw her sitting on the third step of the fuchsia-carpeted stairs. You scare me again. Just check the windows and doors.But that was clearly a lie, he said.Having been together for most of his life, the expression on his face is more recognizable than his scribbled handwriting. After today, Julia said: "I think we've had a fair bit of luck.Nick didn't know what she was talking about, but he didn't want to correct her, tell her how wrong she was. He went into the dressing room and locked the window, which had been left open for air since the exhaust fan broke.

Our luck is because?He walked back into the hall and sat down beside her. She becomes confused.Are you kidding me?I'm still in shock! Nick had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. I still can't believe I'm still alive.Her tone seemed to have repeated the sentence for the fifth time. Nick turned to her quickly.What did you just say? I can't believe I'm still alive. Nick looked at her incredulously. That crash, her tone seemed to say: Isn't this obvious?I should have been on that plane. What? I've been looking for you all day, I guess you're busy with work so you didn't answer the phone, didn't you see my text message?She looked into his eyes without emotion.

You were supposed to be on that plane that crashed? I thought you were so emotional because of this incident.If God had not been merciful, your wife could not have escaped. I'm sorry, Nick admitted, his breath quickening.I am confused. What the hell happened today?Julia put a hand on his leg as he rubbed it lightly, wounded.You are a bit of an anomaly. Nick said: Tell me about that plane. I was on my way to Boston for an impromptu meeting that I had only been notified an hour ago.Later, I came back by shuttle bus from the airport.I can't believe you didn't read the text message.

Why didn't you get on the plane afterwards? The phone rang suddenly, startling the two of them.The old-fashioned telephone in the kitchen is fixed to the wall, and the phone is connected to a long and coiled telephone line, which is different from the telephone in the city.So in this case, the phone line is still working. Julia picked up the phone hanging on the kitchen wall before Nick did.Hello.She picked it up and said: Oh hi, I'm so glad you called.She put her hand over the microphone.I only need two minutes. Nick nodded and went to the cloakroom to inspect the small room, but a chill came over him involuntarily.

He looked up to the back stairs leading to the basement, and quickly closed and locked the door.Finally, he looked at the leather bag on the hook, took it off, checked the contents, saw her wallet, mobile phone and PDA, and looked at this almost spotless place, not even a speck of dust in the corner , quite clean; no blood, no murder, no dead bodies on the ground, nothing happened yet. He shook off that nightmare reality, hung up his purse, and went outside to check the garage.He reached into his pocket for the key, opened the trunk, and when the lid popped up, he looked inside, moved everything around, checked under the hockey bag, behind the first aid kit, but it wasn't here.The gun hadn't been put in yet.

He grips the handle of the trunk lid, closes the trunk, and looks at the garage he was in an hour ago, which is technically an hour later. It was not easy to keep his head clear, time was no longer a straight line for him, but a collection of unreal fragments, each fragment was like a puzzle, and each puzzle piece had to be paid close attention to.forward?later?Even if you go back in time, remember what happened in the future. He found it difficult to keep track of the order in which everything happened, but he struggled with his mind.If he wanted to stop Julia's killer, he couldn't let his emotions interfere with his thinking, and figured out how to put the puzzle pieces together. He had the crash in his mind.Had Julia avoided one death only to face another a few hours later?Why didn't she get on that flight?When she left for work this morning, he had no idea she was going to Boston. It's actually not that unusual, since both of them are constantly running the airport, flying from one conference to the next.Nick hates flying.One only had to look at the statistics to see that this fear was illogical, but every time he or Julia got on a plane, he couldn't help feeling uneasy. He thought it was the most horrific way to die, when you fell helplessly from the sky, the desperate screams of your unfortunate passengers filling your ears, until everyone died at the same time in a violent crash.Nick had to learn to control his fears in order to work, but every time Julia flew on a plane, his fear was even worse, so every time she flew on a business trip, it always made him nervous and sleepless at night, even during the day. worried.At one point, he even begged her not to go on the plane because the weather forecast was bad and he had a bad feeling.However, she has not canceled the trip at his request so far. But what kind of good luck got her off the plane this time?She hadn't mentioned it to him beforehand, and she hadn't had a chance to explain why before boarding the plane. He took another look at Julia's car as he came out of the garage and found the key still in the starter, which always made him uneasy.It's clearly a free pass for car thieves, like an invitation that says: Drive me away!I don't care, take me for a ride and sell to the highest bidder! Nick wanted to run away, he wanted to take Julia as far as possible.But is doing so merely postponing an inevitable doom?Will the murderer who wants to kill her succeed sooner or later?Maybe tomorrow or Sunday the murderer will also track her down?When he can't intervene and save her, will she be killed? He took out his gold watch and checked the time: six thirty-five.The detective said she was shot before seven o'clock, and he had less than twenty-five minutes left to be taken back to the past again, and he had to stop the killer, and stop it now.He had to know who that person was, so that he wouldn't reach out from the dark to snatch her away again. He looked back at his house, at everything they had worked so hard to build, the car, the garden, which meant nothing to him now.Nick took out his cell phone and made a call.He should have made this call long ago. Barry Hill Police Department, this is Officer Mance.said the person who answered the phone. Hello, Nick said: I am Nick.Quinn. Mr. Quinn, can I help you? I think someone is trying to kill my wife. Why do you think so?The officer's voice was rather cold and emotionless. Nick was momentarily speechless.He had thought that it would be enough to just call the police and have them arrest the killer before he got close to Julia. Mr. Quinn? we are at home now Is there anyone else?Mance cut him off.Did someone break in?Or is someone outside? nothing.Nick looks around and replies: But I think they're coming soon. I'm sorry, but I have to ask some questions, and you know we're severely short-staffed right now because of the crash.Has someone threatened your wife? No.Nick knew he couldn't talk too much lest people think he was crazy. Mr. Quinn, Mance sighed.I don't know what to say, but now everyone is at the scene of the plane crash.There's a police car patrolling outside, the best I can do is tell them to come over to your place in half an hour.Right now we're a total mess with just two cops dealing with car accidents and various emergencies.I suggest that you and your wife leave the house first and go to a place where you feel safer.You guys can come over to our bureau so you can tell us everything and maybe we can catch those guys before the unfortunate event happens. Nick pondered what the officer had said.Indeed, the police were all on the scene of the plane crash, and they had to deal with a real catastrophe, with more than two hundred body parts lying around Sullivan Field waiting to be dealt with, and they had to send a police car just for a suspected paranoid man As unlikely as it seemed, it seemed he would have to deal with this on his own. good idea.Nick lied. As long as I can get someone from the wreck scene, I will send someone to your place right away.But why don't you drive over here? Thank you so much.Nick hung up the phone. What Nick is worried about is that if the murderer refuses to give up without killing Julia, hiding in the police station can only hide for a while, but it is not the solution.Nick knew very well that if the murderer came to her later, Nick would not have this gold watch in his pocket at that time, and he would not have the good luck now. He had to catch the killer before he killed Julia.If the police can't do it, he'll do it himself. Nick walked up the drive and went back inside.He was very confident and felt that he must be able to save Julia.Because he knew in advance that they would come, but they didn't know that Nick would be waiting there to stop them.But if you really want to save her, relying on your own strength is not enough.Although he is reluctant to accept, he needs assistance. He needs her help. He walked through the cloakroom, making sure he locked the door behind him and set the alarm.Although there is a power outage at the moment, in order to avoid events like the movie plot where thieves cut off the wires, turn off the alarm system, and steal hundreds of millions of property, the alarm has a twelve-hour backup battery. Julia was still on the phone when Nick walked into the kitchen. Julia.He interrupted her quietly. She gestured a finger to stop him, and listened intently to the person on the other end of the phone, unconsciously tucking her blond hair behind her ears, and continued to listen to him. no problem.she spoke into the microphone, finally looking at Nick.I'm talking on the phone, what's the matter? Hang up the phone. What?Why?i just need two more minutes Nick snatched the phone out of her hand and hung up. Damn, Nick, what are you doing?You have no idea how important that call was. Julia, looking at me, he ignored her complaints and tried to get her to focus on him.I didn't have time to explain, he paused, not sure how to speak, so he decided to say it directly.Someone is going to kill you.Julia looked at him as if she thought he was crazy, and the whole atmosphere was extremely solemn.However, seeing him so serious, her confusion suddenly turned to fear.What do you mean by that? I don't know why, but they're coming soon.He couldn't hide the panic in his tone. who?How do you know such a thing? I don't know who it is, and I can't explain why I know, but you just have to trust me. Julia immediately turned and looked around, as if someone might jump at her at any moment. There was a sudden knock on the door, which startled both of them. Nick crouched behind the center divider and pulled Julia over to join him on the pine floor.stay here. Is it them?OMG!We have to call the police. I've called and they're all at the crash site.Good luck if the police come after half an hour. I think you're overreacting, it must be just a misunderstanding.Julia said: Why would anyone want to kill me? Julia, there was anger in Nick's voice.Can you listen to me just this once? The tone of Nick's tone and the terror in his eyes convinced her that if he feared for her life, there was no doubt that something dangerous was going to happen. Then we should get out before they trap us at home.Julia said suddenly and eagerly. stay here.Nick crawled through the divider as he spoke, leaving her alone on the kitchen floor, crouching behind the divider, out of sight from the window; he took a knife from the drawer and headed for the front door.Whatever you do, never leave the kitchen, squat low, stay away from windows, and stay away from the garage door. Julia sat alone on the floor, with her knees bent and her legs hugged, as if that would make her feel better.Nick had never been so paranoid. It was his strength to never jump to judgment unless there was actual evidence, and he was seldom wrong.She didn't know what was going on, and her mind couldn't focus on the current situation; she had never felt the mortal danger of life and death, and she believed that she would be calm in the face of crisis.But at this moment, her body was filled with fear that she had never experienced before. Some unknown stranger actually wanted to kill her?She was disappointed by her inability to maintain her sanity. She felt a rush of acid in her stomach, and her mind was paralyzed with fear.She was afraid that she would die, that she would be forced to leave Nick. She couldn't concentrate on thinking about who was going to kill her, she just returned to the most primitive emotional reaction, and the instinct of survival began to play a role.The most important thing is that she will survive, survive for Nick, and survive for their future, which is her most important commitment. She'd wanted to call Nick earlier to tell him about her near-death, she'd wanted to tell him how she'd miraculously escaped.At that time, she got off the plane before flight 502 was about to take off, and she wanted to rush home immediately to tell him about it, but a client encountered an emergency and asked her to deal with it immediately.She called Nick countless times but couldn't get through.After the power outage, the answering machine at home did not work, and the wireless phone in the office did not work.She called his cell phone several times and left him another message, but they never got in touch.She knew that he was rushing to analyze real estate and financial information, and had to read dozens of annual reports collected during his four-day business trip in the Southwest. He hoped to finish his work within today and only take the weekend off.He must have been pissed off about the power outage, because then he had to work with the daylight coming in from the window, and use his laptop until the batteries ran out. After most of the day, she didn't get in touch with him, and she became unhappy, thinking that he deliberately ignored her and refused to answer her calls.She thought he was still upset about having dinner with Moles tonight, but now she never told him the lies she had deliberately spun.She wanted to tell him the truth, she planned to tell him tonight when she was alone, she had delayed it for a week, and now she regretted not speaking sooner. The phone rang, and Julia looked up, knowing who it was; the person might have been annoyed at the sudden disconnection, but she put it all behind her, and those little problems were easy to fix.She let the phone keep ringing, and as she looked around, it seemed like an eternity. Nick looked out of the study window, ignoring the ringing of the phone, which seemed louder than he remembered.A car was parked next to their driveway, and it wasn't clear from here, except that it was blue in color, but couldn't tell what it was.He glanced at the front door, where the man was standing, looking around casually.He looked to be in his late forties or late fifties, possibly in his early fifties.Nick had no experience dealing with criminals, and the man looked quite honest, with gray hair, horn-rimmed glasses, about two hundred and thirty pounds, and five feet six inches tall, looking quite fat.He looked relaxed with one hand in his pocket and the other hanging by his side, with no gun on his body and looked non-threatening.But Nick knew someone was trying to kill Julia, and he wasn't willing to take the risk. Nick squatted on the ground, opened the cabinet behind the small desk, and pushed away a stack of old books to reveal his small safe.The safe, which he installed himself, is used to store Julia's jewelry, their passports and house deeds, and other important documents.He turned the lock dial, first to the right, then to the left, and finally to the right, and when he heard a click, he opened the safe.The nine-centimeter Sig Sauer sat there for more than six months, oiled and wrapped in cheesecloth.He hated pistols, but his father had mentioned them many times to keep him safe.He's a good shot, but hasn't practiced shooting since February.He unwrapped the pistol, put the gauze in his hand, then reached into the safe's inner cabinet drawer, grabbed the gun, moved the stock, pulled the reel, loaded a cartridge, and walked to the door. As he stepped out of the study and into the living room, the phone stopped ringing, and the sudden silence heightened the ominous atmosphere.He leaned against the wall, pistol to his chest, and stared down the corridor.But Nick remembered that he had completely forgotten about the siren.He was a little annoyed, how could he not have thought of this before, although the siren could not make the police come over immediately, but it would somewhat deter people who wanted to break into the house, maybe it would give him a little advantage.Nick put the safety on his pistol, slipped quietly into the hall, and with one eye peered through the small windows on either side, saw the fat man still standing outside.He reached gently for the panic button. The alarm bell blared suddenly in Julia's ears, doubling her already rapid heartbeat.At this time, the phone rang again, distracting the sound of the alarm.She still couldn't figure out who was going to kill her, but when her mind was no longer so flustered and regained a little composure, her usual logical thinking returned, and the obvious facts became clear, as if a thousand pieces of puzzles were playing in her mind at the same time. pieced together. She suddenly understood why some people wanted to kill her, and she knew that those people would never give up until they killed her.As time passed, she became extremely focused, trying to figure out the identity of that person She couldn't answer the phone because the person who called back was the same person she had talked to on the phone for five minutes earlier.The people she asked to help solve the problem were the ones who were going to kill her. Julia quickly crawled to the cloakroom and checked the lock to make sure Nick had locked the door.She reached for the purse hanging from a hook and dragged it to the floor.She reached for her cell phone and dialed 119. 119 emergency hotline.It was a woman who answered the phone. My name is Julia.Quinn.She whispered: The address is 5 Townsend Lane, Barry Hill.Please come quickly, the voices of my husband and Julia suddenly got stuck in my throat. Cold sweat broke out from her skin, her breathing became choppy, and intense panic swept over her. Although she was sure the door was locked, she heard a click. She watched silently as the door of the cloakroom opened. Nick quickly opened the front door and pointed his gun outside; however, the man had already left.Nick stepped out onto the front porch, clutching the pistol in both hands, and looked quickly left and right.I saw the fat man jumping into the car hobbling without looking back. Nix breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pistol, and dialed back the safety catch.The phone stopped ringing again, and the siren's blare was the only sound. He then saw a man open the door and get into his car, with Nick's heart frozen in his chest.He immediately grabbed the butt of the gun, pulled the safety catch, and rushed back to the kitchen. He realized that he had made a fatal mistake, and there was a panic in his heart.He had been fooled, someone had lured him to the front door, lured him away from Julia, and he was as stupid as he could be.This trick is very simple, but he never thought that there might be more than one villain. All Nick saw was the fat man in the passenger seat. But there are others here. Julia looked up at the gun, and the whole world slowed down, time flowing like thick syrup.She didn't understand and never would understand why Nick knew beforehand, she regretted not listening to him, not staying in the kitchen, and now she finally knew that what he expected was about to happen. She can't point Nick in the right direction to investigate, and no one will know the truth.The murderer deliberately tripped her with the phone and kept her in one place.The man distracted her with the phone while he was driving to her house, on his way here. Julia saw the barrel burst into flames, and puffs of smoke wafted from the barrel studded with exotic jewels.In that split second, she recognized the gun, a picture of which she had seen earlier today Time seems to stand still as bullets fly from the slender barrel of a delicate Colt pistol.The bullet came through the air and ended Julia's life. Nick rushed to the kitchen, the siren blaring loudly.When he rounded the corner, he happened to see Julia fall backwards, half of her head exploded, and blood sprayed onto the wall. Nick fought back the nausea and the urge to scream and ran over.But when she fell to the ground, he knew it was hopeless.He knew exactly what she had seen, what terror she had been through seconds before; he knew there was nothing he could do about it, that he had mourned her in the warped time stream, that an hour earlier he had stood in her broken Weeping in front of the dead body.Experiencing this tearing pain again will only hit his remaining rationality, making it impossible for him to identify the murderer, let alone stop this crazy behavior. Tears of grief had already filled his eyes. He jumped over her body, rushed out from the half-closed door, passed through the garage, and rushed out of the open iron gate. He saw the murderer running towards the car parked at the intersection, beside the driver's seat The car door was already open, just in time for him to escape.Without thinking too much, Nick ran wildly, shooting the pistol at the man continuously.Bullets bounced off the ground and from the back of the blue car, but the man continued to run for his life, just missing him. The man was faster than Nick expected, and he got into the car quickly. The tires squealed and smoked as they rubbed against the ground, a puff of smoke hit the ground, and the car was on the street. Nick stopped and instinctively rushed to Julia's Lexus parked in the driveway.It was the first time in his life that he was grateful that she had put the car key in the starter, and he quickly started the engine and sprinted out of the driveway to catch up. No. 5 Townsend Lane is at the end of the lane. Nick and Julia chose this house because it is quite secluded and secluded. More than half a mile. Nick made a sharp turn, turning right onto Sunset Boulevard, and saw the blue car a quarter of a mile away.He slammed on the gas pedal, soaring to sixty miles per hour in an instant, quickly closing the distance between them.He saw the murderer try to turn left onto Elizabeth Street, but the tires would not turn and screech, causing him to miss the fork and drive onto the Tennessee's front yard instead, only to return to Elizabeth Street.Nick slammed on the brakes and spun the car on the spot before he finally closed the gap, and after the turn the cars were less than an eighth of a mile apart, and he recognized the car as a Chevrolet Antelope; His prey was only thirty yards away; but the opponent refused to give up easily, and drove down the hill at a faster speed. When he encountered a pothole, the car even flew several inches, and then landed on the undulating road again. Nick gave chase. They were less than half a mile from Route 128. There were countless vehicles on that road. It was difficult to lock on to the target. There were many exits. There were too many opportunities for the man to escape before Nick recognized who he was. . Now only ten yards away, he saw the other party's license plate was Z8JP9, and Nick immediately memorized it.As his car was desperately trying to catch up with the Chevrolet, Nick suddenly thanked the Lexus for its powerful engine.Like most Lexus SUVs, this one can push the accelerator to the limit and handle rougher terrain better than the average car, which is usually used by housewives to buy groceries at the supermarket, or to take the children to the football game .Although the performance is quite good, there are few opportunities to go to the top speed like Nick is now, and he is very likely to roll over. Finally, Nick catches up to them, the Chevrolet inches away, but he doesn't slow down, he slams into the car at full speed, his body leaning forward from the impact; hit the fender behind the Chevrolet.Nick slowed down and hit again. They were about to come to a sharp bend, less than a quarter of a mile from the entrance to Highway 128, and he had only one chance left. Nick turned into the alley ahead, praying to God that no one would drive the other way, or he would be killed, and Julia, lying on the cloakroom floor, would surely die. Nick accelerated through the bend, the Chevrolet alongside his car.He didn't look into the car, and he didn't dare to take the risk of averting his eyes, and still focused on driving.He turned the steering wheel sharply to the right, forcing the killer's car to crash into a stone wall on the right side of the road.The driver lost control, and as his car was going over sixty miles an hour, it began to shake from side to side, and the two rear tires flew out in an instant. into the trunk. Nick didn't think much of it, he just stomped on the gas and slammed into the back of the car so hard that his airbag inflated in front of him, pushing him back against the seat back. He quickly pushed the airbag aside, ignored the slight burning pain on his face, and quickly rolled from the car to the ground.With the pistol in his hand, he pulled the safety, and crawled towards the Chevrolet.The car was stuck on one side between a tree trunk and a wall, gasoline was leaking all over the floor, the cooler was hissing, and steam was coming out of the hood. He looked into the car from the ground, he wanted to kill the driver, he wanted to hold a pistol to his head, act as judge and jury himself, execute him on the spot, and shoot all the remaining bullets into the murderer's head , but he restrained his impulse and focused on what he should do.If he wants to go back in time and stop this killer, he has to find out who this man is. Nick moved forward slowly, quietly climbed onto the passenger seat by the stone wall, looked up at the deployed airbag, the fat man sitting in the passenger seat was already unconscious; Nick stood up slowly, looked at the airbag on the side of the steering wheel, only to find There was no one in the sky. The sound of the bullet hitting the tree trunk reached his ears, and Nick quickly turned over and rolled to the ground, barely crawling to the front of the damaged car, where the thick smoke covered his position, and the bullet flew past his ear, hitting the stone. The wall smashed the tree trunk, and the debris flew towards him, trapping him.To his left was the eight foot high wall, behind him was the big tree, and his only way out was to climb over the damaged roof of the car on his right, otherwise he had to go back the same way, but both roads would be in the murderer's sight . Nick lay flat on the ground, letting his body cling to the overturned dirt and lawn. He looked out from under the car, facing the left rear wheel, and he could clearly see the man's dirty flat shoes, with his legs still outstretched. Shooting stance.Without hesitation Nick aimed three shots at him, hitting the man in the calf. The gunman fell to the ground, yelling in pain.Nick sprang to his feet and charged at the man, standing behind Julia's Lexus for cover. The killer shoots him indiscriminately, six times in a row, and finally Nick hears a click and he's out of bullets, and he's got him. When Nick walked around the car, he caught a glimpse of a small lockpicking gun on the muddy floor next to the driver's door, which looked like a cross-shaped stapler or a toothbrush. Nick then understood why this man could open the door of his cloakroom without a key. door lock. Beside the pickgun lay the Colt, six rounds out and smoking.Since Nick immediately ran out after him, the killer didn't have time to put a weapon in the trunk to frame him. Seeing that exquisite weapon, Nick was furious at the thought of the man who had not only killed his wife, but blamed him on him, but then he remembered that, in this very moment, the future had changed, and in Nick's trunk There will be no guns to guide him to the killer. Nick approached the man and found him lying on his back in the wrecked Chevrolet, gasping for breath with his back hunched over from the severe injuries; His left arm was broken in a car accident and was hanging at an extremely weird angle; his right hand was clutching a 9cm pistol that was out of bullets, and his left leg was shot, bleeding profusely. Nick knelt down beside him slowly, and was about to reach out to grab his back collar when he suddenly saw a silver chain in his hand.It was the St Christopher's Medal, hanging from between his clenched fingers. Nick fought desperately not to kill the man on the spot, and he was relieved that he had finally completed the first step in saving Julia.He felt a glimmer of hope, and while it defied all logic, he knew that he might have found a way to bring Julia back from the dead. Nick turned the murderer's head so he could finally see who the man who killed his wife really was But just before his face came into Nick's sight, just before he could recognize Julia's killer Nick's world suddenly plunged into darkness.