Shadow of Doubt

Chapter 1

It's advisable to reread the prologue again if you read it when I posted more than a month ago.

TODAY
SA'AD's POV

It has been a week since I was assigned to be Senator Baffah Sadiq's senior security detail.

It was definitely a dream come true because everything I've done in my life was working towards this moment, where I'll be able to expose Baffah Sadiq and anyone that had their hands deep in the murder of my parents.

When we briefly met last week, he was in haste to get to the airport and he didn't want to have a new security detail just yet because it would take time to do the handing over and everything required.

He had looked me dead in the eyes and didn't recognise me, while one single look at him made me want to strangle him. The sight of him took me back to nineteen years ago when he had witnessed my parents murder and did nothing about him. The bile in my throat kept getting bitter until one of the details asked if I was okay, I simply nodded and left the place.

Baffah Sadiq looked almost the same as he was nineteen years ago, there are a few wrinkles here and there but it was nothing to write home about, in fact he had put on weight and he looked even better than before.

The day I was expecting them back, I received a call with an unknown foreign number and when I picked up, it was the detail that had left with Baffah Sadiq.

"Oga wants to speak to you." was all he said as he gave Baffah Sadiq the phone. I greeted him cordially and he answered back without a hint of arrogance or superiority in his voice.

"Remind me of your name again, ka san abubuwa sun mana yawa." He laughed wholeheartedly as he said this and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"It's Sa'ad, sir." I told him. "Sa'ad B. Danbatta." I hid my father's name on purpose because it would be easy to put two and two together when I frequently use my surname. After the tragic night of my parents murder I went on to live with my maternal grandmother, and I had a change of name to add one more name to my names so that it'll be easier to conceal my identity. I used my mother's hometown instead of my father's because everyone knew that the former Chief Judge of Nigeria from seventeen years ago who was brutally murdered was from Karaye.

"Do you know how to drive, Sa'ad?" He asked and I was confused. I was wallowing in self pity when he called because all I did was lie down in my room since they left for Germany. I had nothing to do and lying down didn't help my case one bit.

"Yes?" What I meant to come out as a direct answer came out as a question because I was confused as to why he would care about my driving skills.

"Perfect. I have a daughter, Iram." The girl I saw who was clinging to him when he was leaving for the airport but I didn't pay attention to what she looked like. She had her arm hooked through his and he didn't look like he minded. He actually looked happy as if she was all he needed for happiness. The sight had only added more fuel to my rage because here was this man who brutally murdered my parents, having the time of his life with his daughter.

Then I realised, I could use this as an opportunity to achieve my goals or I could just lie down and continue doing nothing in my room till he comes back. "What about her, sir?"

"She hurt her leg." He told me. "She's unable to drive and I don't trust anyone around her, you looked quite responsible when I saw you." He paused. "So, this is not part of your job, it is more of a favour which I promise to repay handsomely when I'm back In Shaa Allah."

I decided to put up a fight because if my workplace found out that I would be driving around his daughter instead of securing him, I'd have some serious questions to answer. "But sir, the organisation would-"