Confiscated goods

Hardin's POV

I sat on the swirling chair in my office, with cocaine in front of me, ready to be sniffed. Anything to get Freda out of my mind for a moment, but nothing was working. Each time I tried to get her off my mind, it was as if I was not trying at all. I hated the way I felt as I swirled on the chair from side to side. I poured some whiskey into the glass cup and downed everything at once, making a squinting face in response to how hot the whiskey was in my mouth.

Lowering my head to bring my nose level with the cocaine on the table, I noticed that my phone was buzzing. I sniffed the cocaine, raising my head high as I felt the sensation of it traveling through my nerves and to my brain. Freda, get off me. I whispered to myself. I tilted my head slowly to look at my phone which was buzzing, but I ignored the call. Why was Diego calling? I asked myself as I looked away from my phone. I brought my cigar to my mouth and took a drag from it, puffing out the smoke into the air as I