By the time Dawuni got to his two bedroom apartment, it was well past seven. After a quick shower, eating and preparing a mug of coffee, Dawuni settled into his couch with his laptop and checked his mail. Sure enough, the president had sent the pictures. Dawuni opened the mail and studied the pictures.
He had to admit that he felt a little strange looking at the pictures. It almost felt as if he was viewing pornography. Dawuni wondered why the president trusted him enough to actually send him the pictures but realized that, it wasn't actually a matter of trust, but rather of power and influence.
Dawuni knew he could easily sell the pictures to any of the President's political opponents for a substantial amount of money, but then, the president would fish him very easily. Even if he run out of the country, the President's relations would ensure that he was brought back before his feet touched any country's soil.
And besides, why would he do that. He had a job he loved, a family and a relatively comfortable life. Forthe second time that day, Dawuni appreciated just how smart Alfred Nii McCarthy actually was.
Dawuni sifted through the pictures for hour, hoping to find a clue but to no avail. So he watched a movie instead and then went to bed.
He tucked himself in and checked his voicemails. There were only two, one from the community library , reminding him that the book he had borrowed was due to be returned in a week's time. The other one was from mother. She was reminding him to come over tomorrow morning to collect his cloth to sew for his sister's wedding.
Dawuni sighed. His mother obviously knew he would forget, so she had him the voicemail. He put out the lights and went to sleep, dreaming about his mother's freshly baked bread and chips.
YOU ARE READING
The Dawuni Files - A White Shadow
Mystery / ThrillerWhen the president receives a blackmail,there is only one person he knows can do the job and that is ace detective Dawuni. But Dawuni is up against an invisible quarry ,one that will require all his wits and talent to find. The clock is ticking a...
