Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 19

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Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 19

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‘Good afternoon your highness’ Dakolo curtsied,
after leaving the group of officers studying the
dead bodies to approach the King.
‘Officer!’ the king barked like an angry dog.
‘What is this I’m hearing? The Governor was
found dead in this river?’
‘Calm down your highness’ Dakolo eyes was full
of grief as he talked. ‘It is a very sad
occurrence your Majesty, very sad’
‘Oh!’ the King wailed, ‘how can this happen to
us?’

Dakolo led the King to the ambulance where
the Governor’s body was kept. At this time
more security officials were already arriving to
escort the body back to town.


‘Eh Oh!’ the King broke down again, he closed
his eyes in horror as he saw the Governor’s
body laying lifeless.

Dakolo closed back the door to the vehicle,
‘We’ll be leaving now, we have to report to the
headquarters as soon as possible’

‘Yes, I know o’ the King replied, him and his
entourage looked bereaved. ‘May God be with
you officer’


‘Amen, thank you your highness’ Dakolo
answered as he took a turn to the right side of
the vehicle to take a seat in front.


The Police vehicles and ambulances drove
away from the scene not too long after, leaving
the villager’s behind in a pile of dust. Several
thoughts ran through Dakolo’s mind as they
drove back to Port Harcourt, he didn’t like the
way the criminal was found dead, he wished to
have caught her alive. He felt greatly
enervated.


Cole and Aisha hid under another tree with the
villagers and watched as the police vehicles
and ambulances sped past hurriedly. They
waited till the cars were out of sight before
they came of their hiding place and hurried to
the point that their car was parked, several of
the villagers followed them heading for their
various places of abode while some stayed
back and still continued to gossip about the
incident.

Cole looked like he had just lost something very
important as he walked tiredly to the car, the
information they had gotten suggests that
Tarasha was dead but he still hoped and
believed that she could be alive. Aisha was
more concerned about leaving there safely, she
knew from when Tarasha had announced their
mission that it was only a suicide attempt, she
secretly thank God that only Tarasha was gone.
The two with their worries did not notice a
woman dressed in a village attire following them
until they got to the car, they thought the lady
would walk past after they stopped at the car
so they didn’t pay any heed to her when they
finally noticed. Aisha opened the door to the
right front seat and entered in a hurry. Cole was
about to open the door and enter when he
noticed that the village lady was also trying to
open the back door.

Fear surged through his body as his eyes met
with hers, shrills were sent down his spine. He
was too shocked and couldn’t open the door
anymore.

‘Stop staring at me and open the door’ Tarasha
slammed
‘Sorry Boss’ Cole said and quickly opened his
door first. He released the lock to the
backdoor.
Aisha was startled on hearing that voice; she
quickly jumped out of the car and stared at her
Boss in awe. Tarasha entered into the backseat
without giving both of them another look, Cole
and Aisha stared at each other in shock for
some seconds before they could recover and
enter back into the car.

Cole drove off immediately without saying a
word, he and Aisha occasionally glanced at
Tarasha fearfully through the front mirror. He
was full of mixed feelings, he felt happy and at
the same time also scared and shocked. Aisha
on the other hand was feeling greatly terrified,
she already thought that the end had come for
their pompous Boss.
‘Take another route’ Tarasha said calmly,
breaking the awkward silence. ‘The police just
went that way and it’s not safe for us to pass
there at the same time’

**8.30pm**
Dakolo drove home quietly in his CRV jeep,
meditating on all that happened that day. In just
one day, he dealt with three linked cases. The
first was a case of attempted murder, the
suspect had escaped after being pursued into
an hotel. His investigation had led him to the
airport only for him to meet a case of
impersonation; someone had disguised as
Lovina and boarded the plane in Lovina’s
stead. The third case was one is kidnap which
later turned into assassination.
He had thought that the Assassin had died with
the Governor when the two bodies were found
in the river, only for him to get back to town
and find out that the dead lady was one of the
flight attendants. That means the imposter who
carried out the assassination escaped, only God
knew how she did it.
Since he came into the state in the year 2029,
the rate of crime had drastically reduced, even
petty robbery and pickpocketing had been
curbed, so the murder of the Governor came as
a big blow to him and to the other top security
officers in the state.
He blared the car horn impatiently as he got to
the gate, the gate man responded accordingly
and he was allowed entrance in few seconds.
‘Daddy!’ his three kids called happily as they
scampered out of the house to welcome their
Dad. He carried the youngest one into his arms,
trying his best to smile as he hugged the two
other.
‘Daddy, what did you buy for us?’ The youngest
kid whom he carried asked him. He smiled as
he stared back into her face, she was a girl of
about two to three years of age and was in her
first year in Nursery School.
‘Daddy was very busy today dear, the shops had
closed when I was coming home’ He replied in
a pleading tone. He gave a smile at their mum
who was just coming out of the house.
‘Daddy, hope you bought my gift?’ The eldest
son asked hopefully. He was a boy of seven
years old but looked too big for his age. His big
stature and heavy weight instilled fear in his
mates and even seniors who tried to bully him.
‘Oh!’ Dakolo suddenly remembered that it was
the boy’s seventh birthday and he had promise
to get him a good gift when returning from
work. He had no excuse to give the boy, or
rather, the boy was too young to understand
his plight. ‘I ordered for it already, I don’t know
why they’ve not delivered it yet’ He lied,
feigning a very serious voice.
‘Oh!’ the boy hummed as he folded his arms
and wagged his head back into the house in
disappointment.
‘Don’t worry, I promise that it would be here by
tomorrow’ Dakolo shouted, trying to console the
sulking boy.
‘How are you dear?’ The wife gave him a peck
on the cheek as she took his suitcase from
him.
‘Fine’ he replied, and dropped the little girl to
run into the house with her older ones.
‘A lot has happened today and I know you must
be so tired’ she said as they walked into the
large and well-furnished sitting room.
‘Come on, it’s not time for TV, got to your beds
now’ she scolded the kids who walked away
hesitatingly.
Dakolo sank into the sofa, loosening his shirt
buttons. His shoe released a stinking stench as
he took out his legs, he quickly took the shoes
away from the sitting room. His wife had
already returned with a glass of cold water
before he came back into the sitting room.
‘Take this’ she said as he sat down.
‘Thank you’ he gulped down the water hurriedly.
‘You really need to have a good bath’ his wife
said as she collected the cup from him, her
eyes searched all over him body. ‘You should go
take your bath while I serve the food’ she said
and helped him up.
‘What about Lydia?’ Dakolo asked about the
maid.
‘She’s feeling sick, so I allowed her sleep
early’she replied.
Dakolo smiled as he held her hands, his wife
was the loveliest and kindest person he had
ever met. He recalled when he first met Angela.
He had been chosen to lead a security team for
an event for which she was the head caterer.
Her natural beauty and simplicity had attracted
him and he didn’t waste time in approaching her
to get her contact although he told her at first
that he only needed the contact for business.
Dakolo and his wife paused as his phone rang,
he took it out from his pocket and checked the
screen. He mumbled inaudible words before he
picked the call. ‘Hello Officer’ he said
‘Hello sir, John Obiano just came out of his
unconscious state’ the officer announced. ‘It
seems he knows the person who is Samantha
Osman’
‘Yes’ He responded excitedly, motioning his wife
to go on with his bag into the room, he sat back
into another sofa. ‘What did you find out from
him?’
‘He couldn’t really talk to us and the Doctors
advised against it, so we couldn’t really find out
much ’
‘Okay then, we should be able to get vital
information from him by tomorrow’
‘Yes sir’
‘Alright, just make sure that he is safe’ he said
before cutting the call. He was happy with the
recent development and his mood became
livelier. He was about o get up from the seat
when he remembered something, ‘James’ he
mumbled under his breath.
James was one of the most competent officers
that Dakolo had trained and worked with. He
recalled that James had called him to tell him
about a certain case in Lagos which involved
the same name ‘Samantha Osman’. He dialed
James number to confirm.
‘Hello, Good evening sir’ James voice came
through
‘Good evening Officer James, how are you
doing?’ Dakolo replied his greeting.
‘Fine sir, how is your family?’
‘Thank God, they’re all doing fine’
‘Thank God’ James said cheerfully before
changing into a more serious tone. ‘We saw in
the news all that happened in Rivers today’
‘Hmm, Well’ Dakolo continued after letting out a
deep breath. ‘That’s why I’m calling you,
concerning the Governor’s death’
‘I’m all ears sir’
‘Okay. Erm… You called me last week and
mentioned a particular name “Samantha
Osman”, am I correct?’
‘Yes sir, Samantha Osman’
‘Well, that name just came up here also’ Dakolo
continued, ‘we found her ID card in the plane’
‘Her ID card? What type of ID card?’
‘Her office ID card, we were able to decipher
that she was a journalist but the name of the
news media and her passport had been
scrapped off’
‘Hmm… I think that is still traceable’
‘Yes it is, I only want to find out if you have
similar information concerning her’
‘No sir’ James gave a negative reply. ‘The
Samantha here was a fake, she used a student
ID card to get information from the pharmacy’
‘And what else have you gotten about her?’
‘Nothing yet’ the reply came slow, James
envisaged that Dakolo would be disappointed.
‘There’s no matching records in the school’s
portal’
‘Okay, thank you. I’ll update you when
necessary’ Dakolo concluded and cut the call,
his wife was already standing before him.
‘I think you should allow me keep your phone
for now’ she said, giving him a serious look. ‘At
least they should let you rest’

Benny stood out on the corridor, patiently
awaiting the arrival of the rest of his
colleagues. The news that day had been
confusing. It started with a report of the
Governor’s kidnap, then changed to rumors of
his death. Later that night, the news media had
reported that the body of the Governor had
been found dead with the perpetrator. Benny
didn’t believe that Tarasha could be caught, he
was very sure she wouldn’t be caught. If she
could give him clever ideas to escape the
police then she couldn’t have been caught by
the police herself, so he thought.
His face lit up as he saw signs of a car coming
towards the house. In less than two minutes,
Cole had driven in and parked with Tarasha and
Aisha. Tarasha was the first to come out of the
car, she walked into the house after greeting
Benny with a pat on the shoulder and a smile.
Benny smiled back hut his smile was short
lived; after he remembered that he failed at his
mission. He was expecting her to scold him.
Cole and Asiha walked wearily to Benny and
paused. They stared at each others faces in
silence for a minute before walking into the
house.