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First stop: the Yellow House.
Adam flashed his ID more than ten times before he got to the cell where Senator Bello had been held. He had wanted to go immediately he saw the news but Ese had forbidden him from leaving the house. He kind of wished he had defied her because now he barely had anything. The body had been taken down and he was sure he was already buried. But he had to check, there was a chance he could find something yet.
He entered the cell and looked around. It was not a regular cell, it was way cleaner and more comfortable than any cell he had ever entered. Apparently, a senator still had some privileges even in detention. There was a mattress but the bedsheet was gone. He looked at the ceiling, there was a hook where a fan used to hang. It was stupid to leave something like that in a cell but then it was not very often that VIP prisoners took their own lives.
Why did he do it? The question had eaten at him since he heard about the suicide. If Senator Bello was innocent as he believed he was, why would he take his own life? Was there foul play? Did somebody kill him and make it look like a suicide.
He looked outside the cell, a guard stood watching him.
“Hey.” Adam called him.
He looked at Adam but did not move.
“Were you here when they found the body?”
“Yes sir.” He said and looked away.
Adam came out of the cell and walked to the guard. The guard shifted uneasily, he did not meet Adam’s gaze. Adam was sure he would not have answered any of his questions if he knew he could get away with not answering.
“When did you start working here?” Adam asked.
“Two years ago sir.”
“How many people have used this cell?” Adam pointed to the cell that had housed Senator Bello.
“I’m not sure. Maybe one or two.”
Adam nodded. “Tell me what happened yesterday before the body was found.”
The guard shifted from foot to foot. He did not want to talk, it made Adam want to hear what he had to say even more. He considered how to get what he wanted. He could threaten him like everybody in Abuja did. Or he could try another method.
“What’s your name?” Adam asked.
“Okay Sadiq, you know who I am. I can offer you a job at the CIB and I assure you we pay better and you won’t spend all your days in this depressing place.”
It did not look like Sadiq was completely convinced but the offer had an effect on him.
“Just tell me what happened here yesterday Sadiq.”
“I love my job here,” He leaned closer to Adam. “If I lose it somehow, I’m holding you to that offer. But I’m not telling you this because of the job.”
“Sure, just help me understand what happened here.”
“The Senator was quite cheerful from the day he was brought here, he kept telling us he would be out in a matter of hours. He was innocent, he kept saying.”
“Did he talk to anybody? A lawyer? Family?”
“Not while I was here. Not even a lawyer, that was surprising. I don’t think he had any visitor. Well, until yesterday.”
Adam’s heart beat faster. Was he about to find the killer he had been looking for?
“Who came yesterday?” Adam asked.