Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 56

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 56

More details to be revealed later.’

Lizzy released a deep breath after reading the article. She was greatly afraid that something terrible had happened to Dave. She picked her iPhone again and dialed his number. It rang again for several minutes but wasn’t answered by anyone.


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Udoka Estate, Anambra
7:46am
Tarasha had woken up already but felt too lazy to get up from the bed. She didn’t plan to do much that day, her main reason for coming to Anambra was already being fulfilled; the Doctor was in the same building with her.

The last night had been an exciting one for her, she had for some weeks never had the opportunity to race so fast on major roads and she felt good to have someone giving her a hot chase, it was a kind of exercise that she needed often.
Her phone began to ring where she plugged it to charge and that gave her the push she needed to get up from the bed. She dragged herself to the place the phone was plugged and disconnected it from the charger. Cole was the one calling her.
‘Good morning boss,’ Cole greeted.
‘Yeah Cole, morning. What’s up this morning?’
‘Been up to check the footages this morning, there’s nothing that links you to Udoka Estate.’
‘Good job man,’ she let out a smile.
‘Thank you, and I also wanted to find out if you need something else this morning.’
‘Well… I think I just need some guns and another face mask.’
‘Oh well, what guns do you need and how do I send them?’
‘I’ll send you the specifications of the guns in a text but of course you should be able to get a transporter to get them to Anambra.’
‘Yes boss but… Don’t you think you need us there?’
‘Don’t bother, I’m almost done with what I came for, I don’t think I’ll need you to come. Just send the guns and mask, I’m not sure I’m going to use them but they’ll be useful in case any unforeseen situation comes up.’
‘Okay boss, if you say so. But have you read the news today?’
‘No, I just got out of bed.’ she took the phones off her ear briefly to check the time. ‘It’s almost eight, I’ll join the news in some minutes and also read online.’
‘Yeah, I think you really need to do.’
‘Thanks Cole,’ she said in a soft voice which made her sincerity obvious.
‘I’m doing my job boss,’ Cole replied.
‘Till later.’
Tarasha ended the call and let out a breath. She walked to the wardrobe and took off her night gown, leaving her p@nty and bra on. She opened the bag and took out the only gown in it. It reminded her that she needed to go out to shop for more clothes. She put on the gown and proceeded to the living room where the television was set up, the one in the room had not been connected to a decoder yet.
As expected, the previous night’s event was what made the headlines at all news stations. The media houses provided the videos of the hotel taken after she left there and showed the places where the deaths occured. The dead bodies had been taken away already but the traces of blood were still on the floor and on the walls. It was also reported that an agent of the SSS was the one who traced her to that destination but the agent’s name and identity was not disclosed or known by anyone.


Tarasha took time to brood on the situation, wondering how she was traced to the place. Then she realized it must be through the credit card like she had been suspecting, the SSS Agent must have gotten the details from someone or a company she paid money with the credit card to. She wondered who or where could be the source of the Agent’s information. She had to find out so as to ascertain that there were other things which couldn’t link them to her from the same source. She also needed to know who that SSS agent was before she leaves the state.
She reached for her phone and dialed Cole’s number, she instructed him to destroy the card details and cancel the connections to the bank. She was still wondering how the credit card was traced to her when she heard a sound from behind. Martin Ekwueme was walking to the living room. She put her legs down from the three seater, for she was sitting with her legs crossed on the seat and her back resting partially on the armrest and partially on the corner of the backrest.
The man ambled to the living room and sat in the one seater close to her. ‘Good morning… Samantha,’ he greeted.
She didn’t honour him with a reply immediately. She stared at him wondering if she wasn’t making him too comfortable around her by not inflicting pains on him.
‘I’m greeting… Samantha,’ the man said to her, thinking she was lost in thoughts.
‘Good morning old man,’ she replied coldly in a bid to remind him that she wasn’t his friend.
‘You didn’t close the doors of my room,’ the doctor said with his eyes full of surprise.
Exactly! Tarasha thought, that was the reason he was becoming so free with her, maybe he was thinking she was a nice girl he could joke with.
‘I thought you’ve been a good boy, you didn’t give me troubles last night, so I’m just treating you as one – a good boy.’
The man chuckled and scratched his chin with his finger. ‘What if I tried to escape when you went to sleep?’

‘You wouldn’t have made it out of the door alive,’ she answered him sharply with a wicked smile, pointing with her brows to the door which led out of the living room.
The cheerful look on his face disappeared, he seemed to be thinking deeply as he kept his gaze on her face.
‘You don’t stare at me anyhow, I could kill right away.’ she threatened the man, meaning every word she said.
She felt she had become feeble. Before she came to Nigeria, she had never had an hostage who was so bold to talk to her like that, they would always tremble at her presence. But like she had previously admitted, she started to become weak when she didn’t kill Jefa and allowed herself to love him and when Henry had also been allowed to resurrect her feelings. She felt she was loosing all the ‘values’ she got from the Nefary clan and needed to get back on her feet if she wished to be successful in her mission.
‘I’m sorry if I angered you,’ the man made a sincere apology and looked away. ‘It’s just that… I’m close to eighty and I’ve seen different young girls like you, you look too beautiful and innocent to be Samantha,’ he said, looking up at her face again with a smile. ‘I’m not scared of death anyway.’
Tarasha was deeply infuriated. She gritted her teeth. She would have pointed a gun at him if she had one by her side. The man was taking her for granted.
‘I’m sorry but whenever I look at your face, you remind me of my daughter and some of those young nurses at the hospital.’
Tarasha wanted to punish him for continuing despite seeing that she was angry but something struck her mind and her muscles relaxed as he mentioned ‘nurses’. She remembered Jumoke instantly. She had sent money to Jumoke using the traced credit card, could it mean that the SSS agency had traced her to Jumoke and extracted the information from the nurse.

‘I’m hoping you kill me very soon, I’m tired of this life.’ the man bursted out with a sudden change in countenance. ‘Kill me already, I’m tired of waiting for the judgement of my sins.’
She gave him a side look and lowered her brows at him. ‘I’m not here to judge you, I’m not here to kill you. I only need some information from you.’
‘No, you have to kill me quickly. I’ve been expecting you. I’ve seen you in my dreams even though in the image of a man, I know you would kill me soon, why the delay?’
Tarasha stared at him in silence as he let out his frustration wondering what the cause of his sudden mood change was.
‘I’ve lived my life for the last twelve years after I retired regretting all my past deeds and wishing I could correct them. I’ve done everything I could to feel fulfilled. I engaged myself in charity activities, tried to help the poor with my hospital but I still feel my life is a waste.’ the man continued to vent out his frustration, tears were rolling down his eyes now.

Tarasha saw an opportunity to make use of him through his emotions. ‘But why did you do those things you did in the past? You are a brilliant doctor who had a good future, was it because of money?’
The man’s tears increased, he dropped from the chair and sat on the floor. ‘I was covetous, I was in a hurry to make money and secure a good life,’ he said, sobbing and coughing. ‘When I tried to stop, those men came again and threatened me into it, I joined back and lost my conscience, I became an animal.’
The man’s face was soaked in tears like that of a baby. Tarasha felt it funny but tried to suppress her laughter. Strangely, she felt no pity for him in anyway like she had been feeling recently.
‘Wipe your tears Dr Martin,’ she said. ‘You see, I think there’s still one thing you need to correct in life if you want to ever feel forgiven.’ she said to get the man’s attention. He reduced his sobbing and wiped his face with his palm, he stared at her waiting for what she wanted to say. ‘Those men who made you do evil, some of them are still alive today and occupying high positions, doing more evil under the guise of developing the nation. I’m out to fish out all of them and punish them and it’ll be easier if you would work with me, you’ll also be doing the world a great favour and that way, you could make an amendment to your past sins.’
The man’s lips trembled. He stopped crying totally and stared blankly at the ground. Tarasha knew she had gotten him, he was on her side.
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