Gargadar So Hausa Novel Complete
In a deep voice, the DIG began, “I feel honored, Your Excellency. I stand with you in this difficult time. I have assembled the best task force to save your granddaughter. May God assist us. The team consists of three extraordinary individuals: a tech genius, a powerhouse, and a criminologist with an unmatched record in decoding, encoding, profiling, and tracking kidnappers. Trust me, Your Excellency, this case is a walk in the park for Miss Hawwa.”
Dasauri's father interjected, “I think I’ve heard the name Hawwa before.”
The DIG responded, “Of course you have—she's a government asset. You might recall her involvement in the ECOWAS summit in Washington, DC.”
Dasauri’s father nodded. “Now I remember.”
The DIG continued, “Here’s the plan: I’ll bring them over for a proper investigation. They’ll need to ask you and your household many questions, but trust me, once they gather the necessary information, 24 hours will be enough to save Noor.”
Dasauri’s father agreed but added, “Come without uniforms or official vehicles. I suspect the kidnappers are watching our movements closely.”
The DIG assured him, "That’s no problem. We’ll be there in an hour." He hung up, and Dasauri’s father placed his phone on the table, taking a deep breath.
Musbahu asked, “Will Khaleel agree?”
Dasauri’s father replied firmly, “He has no choice. I won’t stand by and watch my granddaughter suffer.”
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Later, in the DIG's office, he made a call. "Come to my office now," he instructed, his voice devoid of humor. Shortly after, two men arrived, dressed in shirts and ties, looking more like bank employees than law enforcement. They knocked and entered. A moment later, another knock sounded. The door opened slowly, revealing a woman.
She stepped into the office, her presence commanding attention. She wore black heels with long navy-blue trousers, paired with a light blue striped shirt that fell mid-thigh. A matching navy-blue scarf was draped over her chest, and an ID card hung around her neck. Her complexion was a radiant, light brown, her tall 6’0” frame accentuated by her composed demeanor. With round, almond-shaped eyes, a small, symmetrical nose, and full, pink lips, she appeared mature and calm, likely in her late twenties or early thirties. Her features, framed by neatly arched brows, radiated a quiet confidence.
As she approached, she greeted in a clear, sweet voice, “Sir!”
The DIG smiled faintly. "At ease, Hawwa." Turning to address all three of his team members, he said, “Hayatu, Abraham, and Hawwa—you are my greatest assets. I take immense pride in your skills. You’ve kept this country safe, earning recognition that goes beyond borders. Now is the time to prove your worth once again.”
The room fell silent as he continued. “The Senate President's granddaughter, Alhassan Mangal’s little girl, has been kidnapped. It’s been six days, and she’s only four years old. Despite paying a ransom of 100 million two days ago, there’s been no word from the kidnappers. His Excellency reached out to me in secret. This case is now in your hands.”
He paused, standing tall, then barked, “Team!”
In unison, they responded, “Yes, sir!”
The DIG turned to Hawwa. “You have 24 hours to bring that innocent child back. Hawwa!”
She stood straight. “Yes, Sir!”
“I trust you. Make me proud. Let His Excellency regret nothing about calling us. Saving that girl is not an option—it’s a must. Am I clear?”
"Crystal clear, Sir!" Hawwa and her team affirmed, ready for action.
