Chapter68: Watch your tone, young lady

Hardin's POV I was slightly furious as I looked at my phone. Why is Freda not picking up her calls? I wondered as I dialed the line again and placed the phone on loudspeaker. It rang several times and still no response. I know she must be angry at me for what happened, but why was she not picking up her calls? I thought as I thought of what next to do. I heaved a sigh as I placed my palm over my head, trying to think of what next to do. I quickly grabbed my cigar from the other end of the table, lighting it up, and I started to smoke.  I tried to get her off my mind, but each time that I tried, I only ended up thinking about her the more. At this point, I was starting to feel as if Shelby had no more space in my life, as I felt my whole world was now revolving around Freda. I stood yo from the chair and went to the wine cellar to pick up a bottle and a glass to have a drink. I returned to my chair, pouring the wine into the glass, and I suddenly remembered that there was a home line at