Abduction

15-Usman

Anonymous

His expensive phone vibrated on the coffee table. He walks to the table beside his king size bed and took the phone then place it on speaker.

"What?"

"Boss, you need to come to Las Vegas this week. There's someone who wants to meet you urgently." His first in command said.

He pull the glass door to his elegant balcony and walk to the railing looking down at his swimming pool still holding his phone.

"I won't make it. I will leave Nigeria after the election. There's something I need to take care of." His husky voice said.

"But boss..."

"No, that can wait." He said his final words and end the call. He run his finger through his curly hair and gaze at the morning sunrise.

So many thought run inside his head. Everything about him is mysterious, he doesn't talk much, he hate long conversations and most importantly he hate coming out of the public.

His red lips formed into a devilish grin.

"Alhaji Muhammad Ghali." He muttered.

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Abuja, Nigeria.

Usman smiled at his phone looking at his adorable twin brothers in a video call. There mother, Hajiya Zainab was sitting besides them looking at her eldest and most beloved son in affection.

"You guys should wait, lemme great my mother first. All your big heads are blocking my view." Usman Joked.

"Mummy kinji abinda Ya Usman yache koh?"  Asad and Azad chorused pouting there lips like a five year olds.

"Usman leave my children alone, they are perfect."

"I missed you my mum." Usman changed the topic saddening his voice a little.

"I thought you're coming back this week? That's what Munira was telling me." Hajiya Zainab said collecting her phone from the twins.

"Yeah that what suppose to happened but a sudden case just came up and its very complicated. Wallahi mum I really want to come back this week because am missing you guys so much but due to the arising of the case our law firm have to put much more efforts." Usman explained.

"You won't be back till after the retrial knan." Hajiya Zainab said not liking the idea.

"It's really depends how the thing goes, I don't really think the retrial will be anytime soon because we don't even have any evidence now, I will just find time in the weekends and pay you a visit." He said

"Okay"

They talked about few things before they ended the call.

Usman open his laptop and typed away before shutting it down and leaning on the sofa in his sitting room. He went deep in thought reminiscing the interrogation he did yesterday. The only hope for catching the suspect is finding the victim.

But from where would they start? He has to go back to the parents victim and asked them some questions because all this is complicated.

Usman search for his colleague's phone number before dialing. He picked in the first ring.

"Yusuf we have to go back to Alhaji Bello Mainasara house again, i have so many questions to asked him and his wife."

"Okay that's what I wanted to say too. Nothing is making sense from the last interrogation, how can such a young girl vanished without a trace since five years ago." Yusuf stated.

"Wallahi and the police has done there part, they didn't find anything. There's just nothing to grab on. Its confusing."

"And what's more important is, was she abducted, taken in or dead.?" Yusuf said.

Yusuf words ring in Usman's head. What he said is the root to the case, they have to know the answer to that before proceeding.

"Okay Yusuf, we will talk tomorrow."

"Tohm bye."

He hanged up the phone and went inside the bathroom.

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Janan

"....then he throw her into the dungeon."

She laughed at the hilarious dark joke of Khalil. They have been spending time in her studio, he will buy her lunch and they will end up eating and gisting. Janan wouldn't lie she really likes his company and his very good in drawing so he usually aid her with some few works.

Khalil move on to showing her his unique comic designs. The drawings of his own characters.

"Wow where did you learn this kind stuffs?" Janan asked pushing back her peach veil that keep on falling.

"I started it when I was seven."

"Seven! Wow. You must be gifted." Janan was so amazed. She didn't know talented people like him exist in Nigeria.

Khalil smiled looking at her, he was going to say something when he notice the change in her face.

"What?" He asked.

"But you are not showing this in your work. Why?"

Khalil sighed.

"Drawing houses wasn't what I want. Am planning on going to US. There's people I know who are good at this stuffs so that's why am not putting efforts here."

"Oh I understand. We're going to miss you here." Janan slowly said.

"Or 'you're" he winked at her playfully.

"Ohh please. Gerrout of here." Janan roll her eyes.

"Have you talked to the director?" Khalil changed the topic.

"No. I haven't. I will just wait on the day of the promotion."

"Alright then. By the way, why do you wants the project so bad?" Khalil raised his brow.

Janan search for something to say.

"Well..because of it advantage to the company of course." Janan chuckle.

"Yeah, hakane kuma fah." Khalil nodded.

"Okay I will see you later." Khalil said standing up, smiling down at Janan.

"Bye."

He exit the studio closing the door behind him, Janan let out a long sighed before turning her eyes to the CCTV camera she installed yesterday.

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