Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 32

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Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 32

**LASPOTECH, Lagos **

‘Aisha Temitope Bello was a student of this
school truly’ the secretary began her well
prepared explanation to the officers. ‘She was
admitted in 2023 and she finished her national
diploma program in 2025, since then she has
not returned to collect her ND result nor take
the Higher national diploma form’
‘Is that all you have for us?’ James stared at
her awkwardly as he asked.


‘That’s all I think you may need’ the secretary replied.

James tried his best not to let out a hiss, but
he was obviously pissed off by the lady as she
could only dig out such little information after
delaying their investigation for more than a
week. ‘Tell or show us all you’ve got, let us be
the ones to pick what we need’
‘Okay, no problem’ the secretary said and
looked into a paper. She cleared her throat
before she began to mention out points.
‘She was a student of the business
administration department, her matriculation
number was ND/23/FT/BA/35. She finished the
ND program with a distinction grade. She was
also involved in school politics and sports. She
contested for the post of the “Sports Director
2” and won, she ruled for one year with the
other sport director and they won several
trophies for the school during their tenure.

Aisha herself participated in the Ladies football
team and captained the team, they came out
second place in the Nigeria Polytechnics Cup
2024. She…’

‘It’s okay’ James stopped her after
communicating something with his eyes to
Sandra who was seated opposite him. ‘Did any
of her friends come back for HND?’
‘I don’t know any of her friends’ the secretary replied bluntly.

‘Can’t you help us find out?’ James inquired.
‘I can but you have to come back some other
time’

‘What?? Come back again?’ James couldn’t
believe his ears, maybe it would take the lady a
month now to help them find who Aisha’s likely
friends were and if they returned for the HND
program .

‘Yes, there’s nothing I can do now’ the
secretary replied lazily.

‘Well, I think I know what’s happening here’
James spoke angrily. ‘You know this Aisha and
you’re only trying to cover up for her’
‘No o’ the naive secretary seemed terrified by
James’ prank.

‘Then why are you hiding her and taking so long
to give us information about her?’ James asked,
wondering how she quickly fell for his threat.
He had expected her to respond boldly back to
him, he decided to take advantage of the
situation.

‘Okay, I will find out and tell you when you
come back by tomorrow’
‘No, now!’ James barked. ‘Do something now’
‘Excuse me’ an elderly man who was the Head of the business administration department
came out of his office. ‘You can’t be shouting
at here like that, what’s the matter?’

‘Tell your secretary to stop aiding criminals and
give us the information we need’ James
answered him.

‘Yes, what’s the matter?’ The Head of
department turned to his secretary.

‘Sir, they’ve come to gather information about
Aishat Bello, the assassination suspect who
was a student of this school seven years ago’
‘So?’

‘They want me to find out about her friends’
she added.

‘And she told us to come back again’ James
quickly put in. ‘We need to conclude our
investigation this week for God sake. We are
giving the suspect enough time to escape by
delaying the matter’

The man turned back to his secretary, he let
out a deep breath and shook his head sideways
before talking. ‘How are you planning to know
who her friends were?’
‘I don’t know yet’
‘You were not monitoring her, were you? What
you can do is to fish out all available
information about those with close matriculation
numbers to hers, they should know more about
her’



**Kubwa, Abuja**
‘Welcome Boss’ Cole greeted as Tarasha
walked in.

‘Weldone’ she responded without taking a look at him. She dragged the centre table with her
and sank into a sofa adjacent to Cole’s. She
emptied the contents of the bag on the table.
‘Any useful information now?’ She asked Cole
before getting up.

‘No, no other information’ he replied as he
picked up the laptop from the sofa and placed
it on his lap. ‘But I’ve gathered enough
information about his son’
‘I’ll be right back’ Tarasha excused herself and walked away from the common room. She
returned three minutes later in a blue sleeveless
top and pair of comfortable Jean trousers with
a black leather bag in her hands. She returned
where she was previously seated and removed
some of the tools from the bag.

‘So what option do we have?’ She asked as she hit a small hammer on a computer gadget.
‘Huh?’ Cole couldn’t hear as a result of the
noise from Tarasha’s work.

‘What’s our option?’ Tarasha repeated. She
began to pick out some chips from the
destroyed gadget.

‘His first son is the only way we can get close
to him’ Cole answered. ‘The man has been kind of surreptitious of recent’

Tarasha was quiet for a moment, the man’s
recent secrecy was a known fact to her. Jubril
Lawal, as if anticipating something evil had not
been seen in public places recently. His visits
to government officials and public figures had
always been in secrets.

‘Dare Lawal is a terrible womanizer and he
frequents nightclubs in the city’ Cole began,
looking straight into Tarasha eyes. ‘He visits
Oriental Club every third Friday of the month’
‘Friday is too far, we can’t wait till then’
‘Maybe we should trace him from work then’
Cole said, he got up from the seat and adjusted
his belt properly. ‘He is the CEO of his Dad’s
retailing firm here in Abuja but he doesn’t really
do anything. He closes by 4pm everyday and
most of the times chill out with friends before
heading home’

‘Going somewhere’ Tarasha responded to his
movement. ‘Does he live with his father?’
‘No, he does not but he visits his father’s house almost every week’ Cole moved away the table blocking his way. ‘Please excuse me, I need to ease myself’

‘It’s okay’ Tarasha permitted. An alert note
sounded in her brain as she watched him walk
away, she was allowing him handle too much
already. She needed to confirm the information
he had given her before working with it, so as
not to run into error.

‘I brought this for you’ Aisha’s voice sounded softly as she served Tarasha wine in a
Champagne glass. She made a little groan as
she bent to hand over the cup to Tarasha, her
belly wound had not healed completely yet.
Tarasha took the cup from her silently, she
properly scrutinized the drink first, she took
another look at Aisha’s face as if to ask if she
could trust her.


Aisha quickly looked away from those eyes
staring at her. Tarasha had the same look on
her face that day she was given a death scare.

She remember vividly how she vibrated when
Benny cocked the gun, hot urine escaped down
the bed immediately.


**Flashback **
Benny closed his eyes as he pulled the trigger.
Aisha heard the gunshot sound. Then her body
was being carried away by unknown forces, to
heaven, she thought. Not until the bed she was
laying on hit the wall, then she realized that her
bed had been rolled away before the bullet was
released and the bullet had penetrated into
somewhere else.

Cole and Benny who were surprised turned to
look at Tarasha’s face immediately, they met a
smile which made them more confused . They
could not tell the reason Tarasha acted that
script.

One of the legs of Aisha’s bed which had tyres
for easy movement had been tied with a long
rope to stop its movement. Tarasha cut the
rope when she was sure that the trigger was
going to be pulled.

Benny was about to barg out of the lab when
Tarasha spoke, he paused. ‘You would have
died if you didn’t obey, I wouldn’t have let you
live one more second’

He looked at her face for some seconds before
proceeding out of the lab, Cole followed suit.

‘You’ll remain as a cook with us but you’ll not be able to go out as you used to do’ Tarasha
said to Aisha before leaving the lab.

Unknown to them, Tarasha had other plans.

To her, if Benny could attempt to kill Aisha on her
order, then he would do the job when she asks
him for the head of Don, his former boss.

Tarasha walked back to the living room to get
the medicines she got for Aisha. She wondered
how Benny and Cole really thought she wanted
Aisha to be killed. She wouldn’t have gotten the
drugs if she wanted the girl dead, she already
knew Aisha was wanted by the police before
she set out to get the drugs. Well, if Aisha was
killed or not, her lifespan had been cut short by
the bullets already.


** Present **
‘Thank you’ she said with a smile and took a sip of the wine. Aisha walked away.

Benny came in few minutes later, he was
sweating and looked dusty, the harmattan
breeze had not been nice on him.

‘Good day Boss’ he greeted as he dropped a
bag carefully in front of Tarasha, beside the
table where she had her gadgets.

‘What do we have here?’ Tarasha bent to open the bag.

‘I got all you requested for except the “Walther PPK” revolver’ Benny answered.


Tarasha hissed. ‘I still have one with me I can
use though’ she closed the bag. ‘You can take it
in’
Cole walked back into the common room and
met Benny, he tapped him on the shoulder.
‘How far?’
‘I’m cool’ Benny replied as he dragged the bag away.

‘What’s this Boss?’ Cole expressed surprise on a look at the table where Tarasha was working
on. He was amazed at the speed she used to
convert the bought devices to her own
manufactured ones.
‘This, is a tracking device that can be implanted
under the skin’ she displayed a very tiny pill-like
material to him. She raised up another one that
looked like a gun, ‘we use this to implant it’


‘I’ll make sure they pay for it’ Sylvester cursed loudly. He sat on a stool beside the hospital bed where Henry was sitting, a bandage was wrapped round Henry’s arm.
Henry hissed. ‘It’s okay, thank God you came at the right time, it would have been worse’
‘What did you do to them?’ Sylvester asked
again, a question Henry was not willing to
answer.


Henry had made up his mind for a thanksgiving
service in church the next Sunday. He who had
heard several stories about the brutality of
soldiers on civilians on several occasions had
only partly believed the story. He had a friend
with a gentle nature who was also in the force,
his friend didn’t look like a brutal person. Henry
concluded that only the wicked ones amongst
them were brutal to ordinary people.

The ones he had met that day were more than
wicked, they gave him only a little room for
explanation before they began to use the whips
on him. What had aggravated the matter was
Henry’s identity card that was nowhere to be
found, he could have gotten away by proving
that he was working for a security agency.
The two soldiers that addressed him wasted no
time in landing the whips six times on his body
as he delayed obeying their order to kneel
down.

‘You wan go rape am?’ One of the mean looking huge soldiers had accused him of attempted rape.

‘No , I saw something suspicious with her and
was only trying to investigate’ Henry had lied to
save himself, but there was no ID card to
support his claim.

He received a total of six whips, three slaps
and had done frog jump for about fifteen
minutes when Sylvester came to his rescue.
Sylvester had coincidentally seen the event
through the surveillance camera’s transmission.

‘Take this two tablets, twice a day. This, one
tablet thrice a day. And this, three tablets every
six hours’ a Doctor explained how to use the
drugs to Henry.

‘Don’t bother, I’ll read the instructions myself’
Henry snatched the drugs jacket from the
Doctor impatiently, he wondered why so much
drugs should be administered to him for just
something little. ‘Is that all? Can I leave now?’
‘Yes that’s all, you can leave’
‘Thank you’ Henry got up and left with Sylvester immediately.

‘You still haven’t told me what happened with
you and the soldiers’ Sylvester troubled him
again as they settled into the car. ‘I want to
know what action to take’
‘Thank you for saving me sir, I don’t think it’s necessary to take any action. I’ll tell you what happened later’ Henry hesitatingly answered.


‘We need to go back to the office now to check
for my ID card. I have my MasterCard too in the
pack’

‘I’m not sure you forgot it in the office, I saw
you put it in the front pocket of your shirt’
‘Then where could it be?’ Henry searched his
pockets again. His phone rang out, interrupting
him, he didn’t know where it was.
‘Here’ Sylvester handed over the phone to him
from the back seat. He started the car engine.
‘Hello, are you Henry George Ekene’ A voice
asked.

‘Who’s this please?’ Henry replied with a
question.
‘We found a pack containing some cards in our
company, Seginet Computer International, your
phone number was on it’
‘Huh?’ Realization hit Henry, it must have
dropped when he almost collided into the
strange lady. He frantically searched through
his pocket for the bug, it wasn’t there.
…