Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 21

**Port Harcourt, Rivers State**

The next day after the Governor’s death, a
curfew that lasted for three days was declared
by the acting government. John Obiano
recuperated quickly and was able to speak with
Officer Dakolo the next morning. He told the
police of how Desert Reporters’ representative,
Samantha Osman had interviewed him about two
weeks before the assassination and also
promised to be at the airdrome on the event day.
Other questions were also thrown to John which
he gave clear and precise answers to, not
withholding any important point from the police.
‘What did the attacker look like?’ Was one of the
questions Dakolo asked
‘I can’t really picture her face anymore but she
was nothing less of a monster’ John didn’t
hesitate to give answers. ‘I think she painted her
face with some substances to make her
unrecognizable’
The answer of the Assassin’s look he gave was
no different from what the other surviving
victims gave; the surviving air attendant had also
described the assailant as a monster with
different skin colours, the minister of aviation
also gave a similar description. Only Jude had a
different description; but it was an obvious fact
that the description given by Jude was only a
detail of the disguised form of the criminal.
Dakolo was also able to fathom how she
escaped; the criminal must have switched her
uniform with the second air attendant’s own.
Then she tied the dead body of the Governor and
the attendant together after which she released
their bodies from the plane and allowed them to
freely fall.
Another visit to Onne revealed more details; one
of the village’s young girls was found by some
policemen after the Dakolo left on the fateful day
of the assassination. She was tied half Unclad to
a tree in the bush, an air attendant’s uniform
was also found on the floor beside her. The
victim was confused as to how she got there
when asked, that was after she had been given
medical attention. The medical personnel that
treated her confirmed this; he said that there
was a sign of a tiny piercing on the lady’s neck,
meaning that she was injected with an unknown
substance, most likely a sedative.
Dakolo proceeded at once to visit the Desert
Reporters’ Rivers head office with some of his
men, in a bid to arrest Samantha Osman but the
management of the news media vehemently
denied having any journalist in Rivers state who
bore the name Samantha Osman. They also
denied having any interview with John, they said
he didn’t honour their invitation and even showed
the police their twitter messages as a proof.
‘You mean you invite people for interview using
twitter?’ Dakolo had asked.
‘No,we requested for his number but he refused
to share it’ The manager replied him.
‘But how then do you explain this ID card that
was found in the plane?’ Dakolo demanded,
bringing out the card from his pocket.
The manager seemed speechless for a while as
he stared at the ID card, he looked at his own
card and all the features present on his were
present on the strange ID card also. There was
also no difference in the materials that were
used to make it, the ink used on each line were
of the same colour, the dimensions of the fonts
of each word and the card as a whole were the
same.


‘We don’t have any one here who bears this
name?’ The manager mumbled to himself, giving
Dakolo difficulty in hearing. ‘Where’s the
passport photograph on it?’ He asked the
officer.
‘We found it like this, the picture had been
broken’ Dakolo replied.
‘I believe this is fake’ the man said bluntly.
‘Fake? But there’s no difference between it and
the one you’re putting on’ Dakolo retorted.
‘The culprit must have produced it’ the man
bounced back. ‘I told you that John did not
accept our invitation, so how could we have sent
someone to interview him?’
Dakolo got up from the seat, he bent over as he
looked at the man sternly. ‘If we ever find out
that you’re helping a criminal, your organization
would be brought down’ he threatened before
walking out with his assistant.
They returned to John Obiano to get more
answers from him but the answers they got only
spurred more questions. John had also presented
a proof of the twitter messages. He showed
them how he sent them his mobile number but
they decided to continue communicating with
him on Twitter. He also showed them how they
fixed the interview for a specific and at a
particular cafeteria.

This situation made the police invite the both
parties for questioning at the same time and that
is how they found out that they had been both
played by an internet trickster; their messages
had been interjected and changed before it got
to the receiver.

All efforts made to get help from the twitter
administration proved abortive as they insisted
that nothing of such happened on their platform.
They stood on the ground that the users of the
accounts must have sent it themselves or
revealed the passwords to the culprit
unknowingly.

Dakolo’s loud ringtone interrupted his thoughts,
he took a quick glance at the vibrating phone,
the caller was the Chief superintendent of
police.

‘Good morning sir’ Dakolo saluted
‘Good morning Inspector Dakolo’ the man replied,
‘how far have you gone with this Governor’s
murder case?’
‘Nothing new sir’ Dakolo replied, he wondered
what the man was expecting him to say since
they met the day before and spoke extensively
on the matter.

‘Okay, I just received information that Robin
Kahn is coming to assist in Nigeria before these
cases become rampant’
‘Robin Kahn?’ Dakolo was surprised, ‘is that really
necessary?’
‘The United Nations think it is’ the
superintendent continued, ‘they believe it’s better
to attack these murderers quick and with full
force before it grows out of hand’
‘It’s just something tha…’
‘Cases of the same nature has been reported in
seventeen other countries’ the superintendent
put in. ‘We need to attack it fast’
‘Well, its okay sir’
‘Yea, that means you have to prepare a report on
how far you’ve gone with the case; your
successes and the challenges. The man would
be here before the end of the year. That’ll be all
for now’ the superintendent concluded and cut
the call.
Agent Robin Kahn was a special antiterror agent
who had helped his country in solving several top
rated assassinations and also in preventing these
attacks. He also led a delegation to a help a
certain African country solve the murder case of
their President and they nabbed the criminals in
just two weeks.

Dakolo wondered if it was really necessary for
Robin Kahn to come help in Nigeria, the Nigerian
officers were on the top of their games already.
He believed that the US did not send the man for
their love for Nigeria but they sent the man
because they also had the same cases in their
country. Or why wouldn’t you remove the dirt in
your eyes first before you help another person do
it? Dakolo was sure that the man was only
coming to study the correlation between the
cases in his country and Nigeria so that it could
help his own country overcome.

22/12/2030
‘Come open the gate’ Tarasha’s voice sounded
as he picked the call. He got up from his bed
immediately, he took a yellow shirt and hurried
out at once.

The gate was opened by Cole and Tarasha drove
in with a mini van, she stepped out of the car
after parking and waited for Cole to join her
before proceeding into the house, or office as
she called it.
‘Where’s Benny and Aisha?’ She asked, but
needed no answer as the duo appeared from the
partition before she sat down on one of the
sofas.
‘Good morning Boss’ Benny and Aisha greeted in
unison. They stood some distance before her
anticipating her answer and order for them to
seat.
‘Good morning’ she gave a smile. ‘You can have
you seats’
Benny and Aisha took the seats opposite hers
while Cole sat on the sofa perpendicular to
Tarasha’s seat.
‘We are having a visitor soon and we need to
make preparations to welcome him’ Tarasha
began, ‘in fact, we’ll be having two set of
visitors; one from this country and one from the
US’
There was an awkward silence in the house as
they listened to her. It was he first time of
coming there after their last operation. When
they saw her enter unannounced, they knew she
had come for some serious business.
‘I don’t know if the visitors would come at the
same time but time would reveal more to us’ she
continued, turning her gaze to Cole. ‘I told you
about the Nigerian visitors already’