Who is Anisa Haque?

Chapter 14

I had to get him before he got me.

'Come with three of your best boys,' I had said to Muda. 'And none of those crayfish boys you brought last time! I'm talking real scary hulks.'

'Yes ma,' he repeated. 'Don't worry ma, I have them.'

And boy, did he have them? I arrived At our usual spot to see Muda accompanied by two gigantic men that looked even better than I had imagined. Tall, wide and muscular. They looked like they spend 24 hours a day lifting weights at the gym. Though considering the ghetto Muda lives, they probably lift improvised weights made out of paint cans, left over cement mixes and recycled metal bars.

I was so convinced with their fearsomeness, I instantly sent out my bait and waited for my big fish to find me.

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Muda's boys had swung open the huge living room doors, carrying what seemed to be a lanky looking man.

So this is my stalker? I thought, surprised. I hadn't expected him to look so... What's the word?

Prim?

Proper?

Refined.

If Maryam were here, she'd have spent the whole time smiling and batting her eyelashes at him because dude was fine! By her standards, that is. According to my standards he's a little too pretty boy with his hairless face, thick lashes, soft dimples and straight, white teeth. Where's the testosterone?

He looked up at me and A cold chill ran from my spine to the tip of my fingers causing me to almost drop the pen I had been spinning on my finger tips.

I know this guy! A thought flashed.

I don't like, know him, know him. But I've seen that face before.

Its probably just from gossip blogs though, I realised.

Most Naija bloggers are obsessed with billionaire kids. I for one find them annoying and a little vapid.

You have to give it to these rich people! They sure know how to change the game. In my rather short PI career I've had seven of these "confrontational encounters" as I call them, and never have I been presented with a person of interest that is so well groomed.

I mean the dude is wearing a tuxedo! the way the jacket hugs every inch of his torso, it's definitely been tailored to fit his sculpted physique.

And with that embroidered tag on the the sleeves, It sure doesn't look cheap either!

Then there's a watch that seemed to be skewing his entire body weight to the left. Muda and his boys seemed mesmerised by it. If I weren't here they'd have probably bullied it off him.

This confirmed my theory that my stalker is no ordinary servant to the rich and famous, he is the real MVP. I'm guessing a son or brother to Baba Amana.

He looked quite forlorn and distant I wondered if Muda's boys had manhandled him a little too roughly. He wasn't even fighting his conveyors who had now dropped him into a heap on the floor.

I almost felt bad for what i was about to put him through.

Almost.

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'Are you going to answer my questions?' I asked. "Or do we have to persuade you a little bit more?'

I nodded towards the giant on the right and he aimed to tighten his large hands around Khalifa's throat but before his fingers locked around it Khalifa spoke.