Chapter 125

• Looking for Freda
• Hardin's POV
• I scrolled through my phone for the last time as I sat on the swirling chair, trying to read my unread message. I cleared all as and planned to respond to them when I get home and have dinner. I heaved a sigh as I moved back on my chair, opening the drawer to place my gun in it. I came across the half cocaine that I sniffed earlier. I thought of going along with it to the house but later decided not to as I still had a bag of it at home. I stood up slowly from the chair, heaving a sigh as I walked out of the office and headed for my car.