Hardin's POV

“I think Freda is in trouble,” I said rapidly, heaving a sigh and wiping my face with my palm, as I could not think straight at that moment.

“How do you mean boss?” He asked and I exhaled rapidly.

“She went out in the early afternoon, and she is not back yet. I called her, but her phone was switched off.” I said rapidly, and there was a moment of silence over the phone before I talked.

“Diego, I want you to men in their numbers. Get very many of them and go out. I want the whole city searched and get Freda out wherever she is. When...