Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 20

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 20

‘Why do you say he’s a dummy?’ Dave made a serious face. ‘Do you think it’s easy for a guy to resist someone like you? Especially when you make use of your special skills in making them fall.’


Lizzy shook her head, still looking disgusted. ‘He’s an assasin, I thought he would be more hardened and careful.’
‘And who says he’s not hardened or he’s careless? See for example, why did he have to rent a car? Why didn’t he pick of the several cars?’


The look on her face changed from a look of disgust to one of uncertainty. ‘If he’s not soft like I think then he must be playing a trick on us, I was thinking at a point that he suspects me already.’


‘I don’t think so, Lizzy.’ Dave said with much confidence in his tone. ‘I strongly believe the guy is falling for you… Rather he has fallen for you.’

‘Why are you so sure?’ she asked and leaned forward. She took a quick look around, none of her office mates were looking at them. The NIS members of staff were highly disciplined and rarely poked their noses into other agent’s business but she still wanted to make sure none of them knew she was working with Dave on the case.
‘I’m just so sure that no man can resist you.’
‘Come on, stop saying that. I work with several other men who do not even take more than a glance at me.’
‘Maybe because they didn’t have a very good glimpse of you the first time,’ Dave replied, adding a brief smile.
‘Let’s just talk about the way forward,’ Lizzy said, trying to shift the focus of the discussion from her. ‘We can’t make plans here, when then should we…’
‘Hey!’ Dave interrupted. ‘I’m saying the truth about men not being able to resist you. Even I myself find it very difficult. I would have made a move if it isn’t against our job ethics.’

She folded her arms and rested her back against the backrest of the swivel, looking at Dave like he we saying rubbish and she was waiting for him to finish and come back to his senses.

‘It’s true Liz, I didn’t feel too good seeing you with him last night’ Dave said and kept staring back at her quietly. He had wanted to say he didn’t feel good seeing them kiss, but decided not to mention the details in order not to surprise her further.
‘Dave, when and where do we meet to plan our next move?’ she asked, disregarding all his comments about her. Dave always joked and flirted with her which was against the ethics but which most of the staff members were guilty of and she was sure that this was just one of those moments he decided to flirt.
‘You don’t have much to do in the office today and the subject of your present case is presently not in town, am I correct?’
‘Yes, you are. I should be leaving in a couple of minutes.’
‘Okay, can I pick you up by noon? I still need to do somethings in the office.’
‘It’s okay.’


‘Alright, thanks.’ Dave said and got up to leave.
She watched as he walked out of the office and disappeared through the corridor. Not that she had never felt a thing for Dave, she had but she knew there was no point in letting it materialize. Dave, although was the definition of her kind of man, she still believed she could find other men better than he was. She also believed that Dave, like every other NIS agents who knew her work in the Agency and how she goes under different kinds of men to get things done would never be interested in her or other female NIS agent doing the same work for her team.


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11:24am
‘I’m driving towards your gate now Chief, tell your men to open the gate at the sound of the horn.’ Tarasha said aloud. Her phone was on her lap and the call was placed on loudspeaker. She was driving a Zenvo ST9, a short gun was sitting on the passengers’ seat beside her.
‘Okay, Tarasha.’ The Chief replied and the line went off.
She picked the gun by her side and fixed it into the side of her trousers as she got closer to the gate. A horn at the gate got it opened and she drove in without having to wait.
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Chief Gab cleaned his eyes to be sure Tarasha was the person walking towards him. He had stayed at the entrance of the house to wait for her after he got her call and had watched her drive in and park. But as she moved closer to him, who he saw was totally different from the Tarasha he knew.
‘Good morning Chief,’ she greeted as she got to his front.
‘Did Tarasha send you?’ the Chief asked, still staring at her face.
‘I’m here myself,’ she said before realizing from the look on his face that he didn’t recognize her. ‘Can we go in first?’

He nodded and stepped aside for her to enter through the door before following behind. The voice he heard was that of Tarasha’s but the face was different.
‘What room are we using?’ she asked as she got into the main living room.
He took the lead and led her into another sitting room.

‘Tarasha, why do you look so different today? Or are my eyes deceiving me?’ Chief Gab asked without letting them settle in the room first.
Tarasha settled on the three seater sofa and pulled the stool beside it to her front, she placed the brief case on the stool and opened it. She took out a white handkerchief and a transparent bottle filled with a yellowish liquid, she poured some drops of the liquid on the handkerchief and used it to wipe her face.
‘No more unhelpful questions, can we get straight to business?’ she said, still cleaning the different edges on her face.
‘Okay,’ the Chief replied, still a bit jittery but was now sure it was her. He took out a small box hidden behind the one seater opposite her and took it closer to her, less than three metres from her. He dragged the center table to the same place and then placed the box on it. Then he punched in the lock code of the box and it opened. The box was filled to the brim with different kind of things, the combination of things there looked very strange though they were neatly arrange.

‘So what do we start with?’ she asked, moving closer to have a proper view of the contents.


‘Let’s start with the documents, I made photocopies of all you need.’ Chief Gab said as he brought out a file and handed it to her.
She opened it and began to check the papers in it one after the other.
‘These copies are not so clear,’ she said after getting midway.
‘But they are readable, aren’t they?’
‘Yes, they are but where are the original copies? I think I would need clearer copies.’
‘The original document are also here but are faded and dirty,’ he said, searching for something else among the files in the box. He pulled out a very old flat file from beneath and handed it to her. She opened and began to compare with the photocopies. The papers in the old file were also old and had began to decay at the tips.
‘I think the photocopies are clearer ,’ she finally agreed with him. She placed a knee in the ground and placed the two files on the empty side of the table, she began to compare each document to confirm that there had been no alteration in the new copies. It took her a total of four minutes to finish with the confirmation. She returned the old file to the man and rose to her feet. ‘Don’t you think these documents will implicate you too?’

‘I’ve spent years in prison for these crimes already and I’ve also paid with my properties and reputation.’
‘So why didn’t you present these documents a long time ago?’
‘Present them to who?’
‘To the police or whoever was processing the case?’
‘I had to face accusations from several agencies including from the then NDLEA and EFCC but Chief Elvis’ party was in power then and he was connected to so many of those in these agencies, they would have found a way to cover him up because he also keeps a lot of their own secrets.’

‘Well, I think he’s about to face this accusations now.’ Tarasha said as she walked back to the seat and placed the file on her briefcase.


‘Tarasha,’ Chief Gab called in a soft voice.
‘Yea,’ she raised her brow.
‘I want the Vice President dead, not taken to court or accused of these crimes.’
‘You don’t want him dead as much as I do. What if his secrets are exposed and he dies also?’

‘I don’t care if his secrets are exposed, he has enough power to turn things to his favour, all I want is his last breath.’
‘Well, I don’t care to expose his secrets or disgrace him for your sake. He’s going to die but all these evidences will be used to pull him closer to his death.’ She said as she walked back to the box. ‘What else can I get from here?’ she asked, now looking into the box.
‘I’m taking out what I need to take out already,’ he replied her. He took out another file and placed it on the old file which she had returned to him. He handed a neater file from the box. ‘Those are the new copies of the documents here,’ he said placing his finger on the old file he placed on the ground.
‘What are these documents all about?’ she asked as she opened the file and began to go through it.


‘Those ones are just extras you may need, they’re proofs of some monies gotten from the shipping and sales of drugs years ago. They could get me implicated again though.’
‘Then, I probably shouldn’t use them.’ she said, closing back the file to return it.
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‘They also contain agreements with some Doctors, Pharmacists, retired officials of the NDLEA and NAFDAC.’
‘Some Doctors and Pharmacists?’ she asked with her brows raised, holding back the file.
‘Yes, you seem to take special interest in Dr Danjuma and his wife and that’s why I’m giving them to you.’
‘Alright.’ she said and took the file to her briefcase. ‘Tell me, what else do you know about the Danjumas?’
‘The Danjumas? I know nothing else about them except that they are doctors which have special records, Danjuma himself once submitted a research on wildlife and their similarities to humans in response to a particular stimulus while his wife Lydia worked with a team of Pharmacists to manufacture the cure for an epidemic.’
‘You know nothing else?’
‘Nothing else.’
‘What happened to their kids after the doctors were killed?’
‘I don’t have an idea. Elvis told me then that the plan was to wipe every one of them out, but I don’t know what they eventually did to them.’



‘Okay.’ Tarasha said and moved her gaze to the box. ‘What other things would be useful for me in there?’
‘You can now go with the whole box, they contain bottles and packs of some of the drugs, Chief Nonso recovered them years ago from Onwuli’s house after his death.’
‘Okay,’ she squatted again to look into the box.

‘Tarasha, why are you so interested in Dr Danjuma’s family?’ Chief Gab asked. The tone he used made it obvious he had kept the question in his mind for a long time.