Gargadan So Book 1 Complete Hausa Novel

In a respectful and dignified tone, the DIG said:

“I feel honored, Your Excellency, that you thought of me in this difficult time. I have the best task force that can save your granddaughter, may Allah assist you, Your Excellency. It’s a team of three: the tech genius, the powerhouse, and the criminologist who holds the highest record in decoding, encoding, profiling, and tracking kidnappers. Trust me, Your Excellency, this case is a piece of cake for Miss Hawwa!”

Quickly, Dad said,

“I think I’ve heard this name—Hawwa.”

The DIG immediately replied,

“You definitely would have. She’s a government asset. Somehow, maybe her documents or her work must have passed through your office. Thanks to her efforts, we managed to rescue almost all the kidnapping victims who came to the ECOWAS Summit from Washington DC.”

Dad responded quickly,

“Yes, now I remember the name.”

The DIG continued,

“Now what will happen is this: I’ll bring them over so they can carry out a proper investigation, ask you people some questions, and then you’ll watch how they save Noor. If they gather enough information, even 24 hours will be more than enough for them.”

Dad replied quickly,

“Okay, but come without uniforms, and don’t come with office cars. I think the kidnappers may be watching movements around my house.”

The DIG said,

“That’s not a problem. We’ll be there in an hour.”

Dad ended the call, placed the phone on the table, and let out a deep sigh.

Musbahu asked,

“Will Khaleel agree to this?”

Calmly, Dad replied,

“He will have to agree. He has no other option. I can’t fold my arms and watch him suffer in pain.”

Dad picked up his phone again, put it to his ear, and with a serious expression said,

“Come to my office now.”

Two men dressed in shirts, trousers, and ties—looking like bank workers—arrived at an office and knocked. They entered.

Moments later another knock was heard.

The DIG said,

“Come in.”

Slowly, the door opened.

First, her feet appeared—wearing black covered shoes with a slight heel. Her navy-blue trousers followed, cut in a normal professional length.

She wore a long-sleeved sky-blue shirt with white stripes. The shirt was slightly long, falling to the middle of her thighs and modestly covering her hips.

A navy-blue scarf was wrapped neatly around her head and draped down over her chest.

Her ID card hung from her neck, resting on her chest, displaying her face and name.

Her face had no makeup at all. Only her natural skin—milky and glowing.

Her complexion was very light brown. She was neither fair nor dark, and not coffee-colored either—just a very light brown tone that almost looked fair.

She was tall—about 6 feet.

Her eyes were round and bright, not large but shaped slightly like a fish’s eyes, giving her face a balanced and symmetrical appearance.

She had a small, straight nose and soft full pink lips. Her eyebrows were black and perfectly shaped, as if they had been carved and tinted—even though they might be completely natural.

She looked about 29 or 30 years old, with a calm and mature presence.

She calmly scanned the office without admiration or criticism, then closed the door behind her.

Walking forward, she stopped in front of the DIG’s desk. He was already watching her.

She saluted respectfully and said in a clear, pleasant voice,

“Sir!”

He smiled slightly and said,

“Ease, Hawwa.”

She lowered her hand and looked at him.

He then looked at all three of them and said:

“Hayatu, Abraham, and Hawwa—the three of you are my greatest assets. I take pride in knowing that I trained you to reach this level where our entire country is proud of you. Crime solving cannot be discussed without mentioning your names because of the way you secretly protect this nation’s security. Now the time has come for you to display your brilliance once again.”

He paused. All three remained silent, watching him.

He pushed his chair back, stood up, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge of the table while facing them.

Still looking at them, he said:

“There has been a kidnapping. The victim is the granddaughter of our Senate President, Alhassan Mangal. Today is the sixth day she has been in the hands of her abductors… and she is only four years old.”

All three of them continued watching him.

He sighed slightly and said:

“I don’t yet have the full details of the case…”