Tarasha - Season 2 - Episode 226

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Tarasha - Season 2 - Episode 226

9pm
POLICE AGENT, JAMES ELVIS RESIDENCE
James took off his seatbelt after turning off the car engine. He picked his phone from the passenger’s side and unlocked it to check the time, it was past nine already. He stretched his hand to the backseat and picked the white nylon bag containing the food he got from a restaurant as he drove home. He opened the car and stepped out, he took a look around the compound before closing the door.

The cold wind blew on his body as he proceeded into his apartment. He could also feel droplets of cold water touching his skin. He could tell for sure that it was going to rain that night.

As usual, most of his neighbours were in doors watching TV with their families that night. Except on days when he comes home after ten pm which was the time the gate was locked for the day and he had to bang loudly on the gate, he rarely sees more than one neighbour when he comes back at night and most of those he sees were usually men, the only way he knew that there were women in the building was their voices he heard from their individual apartments and of course on Sundays when he would see them dress and leave for church early in the morning.
He got to the second floor where his apartment was and took out his keys from his pocket. He put in the keys and turned it, he noticed it opened without the normal hard clicking. He closed it again and removed the key. He put the key back in and turned it again, it still opened the same way. He hissed and pushed the door open, wondering how the original lock he had bought just within few months of his stay in Abuja got faulty already.
He closed the door and reached for the bulb switch. To his surprise, the lights revealed a lady seated in his living room with her legs crossed comfortably, she had a pistol in her hands which she rolled with a finger playfully. She didn’t look towards his direction nor did she act like she was aware of his presence even as he stared at her.


James tried to play first, his hand quickly found it’s way too his belt side where his gun was hung but she had cocked her gun and pointed it at him before he could even detach his pistol. He took his hand off from the pistol slowly and raised the two hands up in surrender, his food nylon still hanging on the left hand fingers. She got up from the seat and walked towards him slowly with her gun still pointed at him.
She stopped beside the centre table of the living room and stared straight at his face. ‘Get in,’ she said, motioning him in with her gun. ‘Take off your gun and put it down,’ she ordered.
He obeyed and moved away from the entrance, he stopped at the front of his television when she signaled to him. He placed his gun and the nylon bag of food on the floor and put back his hands in the air.
‘Push your gun here,’ she ordered.
James obeyed at once, he kicked it with his toes gently to her and she stopped it with her foot. ‘I’m here on a peaceful mission, not to fight you. I hope you cooperate with me.’ she uncocked her gun and lowered the hand holding her gun.

Both of them stared at each other’s faces for a while. James tried to see if he had ever seen her before but he hadn’t, her face was completely new to him. His eyes scanned her body from head to toe. He took note of everything she was putting on, her clothes, her wristwatch, jacket and even the hair she plaited.
‘Who are you and what do you want from me?’ James finally spoke, after putting his hands down.
She stared at face in silence for a while, then she put on a smirk. ‘I’ll tell you who I am if it’s necessary when I tell you my message to you,’ she replied. ‘There’s a file on the compact disk jacket behind, it’s for you. I want you to deliver it to your father after going through it carefully.’


He stared at her face for a while, trying to look back carefully, not sure if she had an ulterior plan for him. He finally located the file and picked it. He opened and scanned through them.

Tarasha waited patiently for him to go through the documents and watched the reaction on his face from time to time.
‘Now, you’d have to sign receipt of these document, you’ll find where to sign on first paper there. There’s a pen and an ink pad for fingerprinting in that CD jacket too.’
James opened back to first page and scanned through the paper he was supposed to sign. He closed the file and looked up, staring at her face.
‘You have to sign it,’ she insisted in a strong tone.

He narrowed his look at her face for a while before opening the file again, he turned to take the pen and ink pad behind, he then signed and printed his thumb on the spaces made available.
‘Good,’ she smirked and stretched her palm out. ‘Bring it here slowly.’
James obeyed and walked forward. She raised her palm to signal stop to him when he was moving too close. He stopped and stretched the paper to her. She gave a wry smile as she collected it. He stepped back to his previous position while she briefly scanned through to see if he signed properly.
‘James Elvis, I believe that you are a police officer with a difference and you’d not give room for deadly criminals to roam the streets freely. Those documents contains the reasons Vice President Elvis Richards should be in jail. Those are the first sets of documents to start his prosecution, he’s also a spearhead of many other crimes whose evidences you’d get when you start doing a positive work with this.’

She stopped talking and gave him sometime to assimilate all that she had said. He just stared at her in silence, she couldn’t tell what was running through his mind.
‘So when will the prosecution begin?’ she asked in a kind of mocking tone.
‘You should head it since you have the proofs that he’s a criminal, just take him to court’ James said to her.
‘I thought you would like to make some more investigation as a police officer before taking him to court and that’s why I’m here to give it to you,’ she replied.
‘If you really sure of this,’ he said, raising up the file. ‘Why are you bringing it here instead of the police station or headquarters?’


‘I wouldn’t trust any Nigerian officer with this case, you are the only one I can trust and that’s why I brought it here to you.’ She put on a smile again.
There was a brief silence.
‘What do you really want?’ James asked, his eyebrows gathered together. ‘And who are you?’

‘I want Chief Elvis Richards prosecuted for his crimes, I want him to answer for the blood of the many innocent ones he used in making money and building his business empire.’ she replied him. ‘And my name is Samantha Osman.’


James heartbeat began to move faster than it was before even though he wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not. The face he was seeing didn’t look like that of the Samantha Osman he had seen before.
She took in a breath as she hung the gun by the side of her trouser. ‘I’ll like to take my leave now Inspector if you won’t mind,’ she said and began to walk towards the door.