Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 59

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 59

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8pm
Crescent Moon Hotel
‘These clothes are very useless to us,’ Dan said flinging back the clothes to the bed.
‘I wasn’t expecting her to leave anything useful behind though, we just had to come so that we could write a complete report.’ Dave said to him.
‘Well… Let’s get out of here, you need to get some rest.’ Dan said, proceeding towards the door.
The were in the room previously occupied by Tarasha. It had been locked since the last night by the other SSS officials and nobody was allowed to enter. Both Dave and Dan had SSS tagged masks on their faces which covered only some parts of their faces just to make them unrecognizable when seen without the masks. The masks looked more like helmets. The head security officer of the hotel was there with them, standing, with his back resting against the wall beside the door and watching while the agents ransacked the room.
‘Officer Clement, I do need to thank you for your time and patience. I’m sorry about the loss of your men and the disruption of your normal activities.’ Dave said as he turned towards the door. Dan was already out and walking away slowly.
‘It’s okay, we could have made history if we got her yesterday,’ Clement replied in a rather low tone.
‘Yea we could have,’ Dave sighed. ‘But it’s sad that she still got away.’
‘We made a good trial at least, I think we put in our bests, she was just too ready.’ Clement stopped to lock the door after both of them stepped outside. Dan had stopped at the front of the lift and was waiting for them.
‘The vehicle she got away with hasn’t been located anywhere, I heard the owner was at the police station to make report.’
‘Yes, the SSS general was at the station when he came, so he told me about it when he came here. But we’ve driven the Chevrolet you left at the front of his house to the SSS office for repair of the door.’
They began to walk towards Dan.
‘I hope there’s no other problem with the Chevrolet?’
‘No, there was no scratch on it.’
‘What about the owner of the Zenvo ST1? Has anyone come to ask about it?’
‘No, not yet.’
‘Well, I think I saw the owner of the Chevrolet that afternoon when I drove in. Those cars are expensive, I trust their owners to come very soon.’
‘Yea… But that Chevrolet,’ Clement stopped walking. ‘A police Inspector was here this morning, they said it was likely owned by a kidnapper.’
‘Kidnapper?’
‘Yea.’ Clement affirmed. They continued walking towards Dan but at a slower pace. ‘A wealthy Doctor was said to have left his residence with a girl in that car and didn’t return home that night. So they traced the car and found out it came here yesterday afternoon but didn’t know where it went to from here, they couldn’t find the footages.’
‘What’s wrong with these NSCC guys these days? Their system crashed when we needed them last night and that is what has been happening for the past few months,’ Dave said, wondering what Mr Sylvester and the others were doing at the headquarters. He knew they must have been trying the number he submitted to them.
‘They just need to improve, I believe it was the overload and unusual collection of the footages that crashed it last night.’
‘But isn’t that what they’re meant for?’
The man gave no reply.


‘So, that girl kidnapped the old man?’ Dave asked.
‘No, the officer called back this evening to ask if they had come for the car. He said it wasn’t a kidnap. The old doctor called them in the afternoon to tell them he was fine and he just needed a break from his family and that’s why he went with her.’
‘Hehe,’ Dave chuckled. ‘I thought the man was her father when I saw them together yesterday. I was wondering how that kind of young girl was riding that expensive car, but I believe the wealthy doctor must have gotten the car for her,’ Dave said in a light tone. The picture of the girl on low cut appeared in his mind again and he continued to marvel at her beauty even though she now seemed more like a runs girl to him.
Three of them stepped into the elevator and the door closed.


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9:12pm
Tarasha’s Residence, Udoka Estate.
‘The rain has just begun heavily,’ Tarasha said as she walked into the man’s room.
‘I can hear the sound,’ the man replied, buttoning up his shirt, one of the new shirts Tarasha had gotten from him.
‘I brought this for you, you might need it.’ she said as she passed a blue cardigan to him.
‘Thank you,’ he collected it gratefully. ‘Are we leaving right away?’ he said, noticing she was fully dressed up in her usual black on black.
‘No, we’ll wait for the rain to subside a little, it’s quite windy now and I won’t like to drive yet.’
‘Okay,’ he said and began to put on the cardigan. He said something which wasn’t audible because of the cardigan covering his voice as he wore it.
‘What did you say?’ Tarasha asked.
‘Why are you on black?’
‘Dark colours are good for dark periods of the day,’ she replied.
He looked at her face and nodded in agreement.
‘I want to believe your security officials at the place won’t give us trouble,’ Tarasha implied.
‘I’ll try to make them not to, but let’s be prepared for them. I’ll prefer if there’s a way we can go in without going through them, they know my family has been looking for me and may want to raise an alarm even if I tell them not to.’
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‘I’ll take care of that, we can help them sleep for two hours and forget all that happened when they wake.’
‘I have two guards there and two relatives, are you going to inject them all benryl?’
‘I don’t have to inject them for it to get into their bodies, but anybody that comes in sight will get it.’
The man replied with silence and proceeded to put on his shoes.
‘We’d leave this state finally on Friday, I hope you’re ready to depart from your family.’ she said and proceeded towards the wardrobe.
The man exhaled and inhaled deeply for a moment. He repeated the process one more time before he spoke. ‘Where are we going to from here?’
‘I can’t tell you for now,’ She stopped at the front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She placed a palm to press down her neatly combed hair gently and rubbed her forehead with the hair cream that stained her palm.
‘How long are we going to stay? Or how long do I have to be there with you?’ he asked another question.
‘For as long as it takes to achieve the purpose we’re coming together for,’ she replied.
The man closed his eyes briefly and took in a breath. ‘Will I be allowed to make calls to my family?’ he asked as he opened his eyes.
‘I’m too not sure I’ll allow you do that, but if it’s ever gonna happen, it’ll be monitored.’
There was silence for some minutes. Tarasha turned to the other side of the bed and sat on the footstool. Both of them seemed to be waiting for the intensity of the rain to reduce.
‘Do you know why I’m taking you with me?’ Tarasha asked, looking at the man’s face.


The looked back at her with a pitiful look on his face. He nodded sideways to answer ‘No’.
‘I just don’t feel like killing you,’ Tarasha voiced out, feeling embarrassed at herself. ‘The normal thing is to kill you after extracting the information I need from you but I’ve not been moved to do that especially because you’ve not given me any trouble. But I won’t allow you return to your family until we’re done, allowing you return would be dangerous for me andit’ll be more dangerous for you because I can still come back to kill you and your family members whenever I want, no matter where you run to. But now that you’re traveling with me, I still promise you a bullet in your brain if you ever mess up.’
Tarasha closed her eyes briefly after talking. She knew something was wrong with her. Killing people haven’t been easy for her for sometime and it even became more difficult after she was saved from death by Cole and Henry. However, she didn’t tell the man the real truth. Even though she didn’t want to kill him, the main reason she was taking him along with her in a healthy manner was because she believed he could still have more information than they were going to retrieve from his house that night. She could have injected him substances that’ll make him have a total memory loss or another that’ll turn him to a dummy and render him useless even if she wanted to preserve his life.
The man stared blankly into the air. He believed every word she said. He had seen the crime scenes on the news that afternoon and knew what she was capable of doing. And maybe he still could prevent the bullet from entering into his head by helping her against her targets and at the same time ‘helping his nation’ like she had put it and by that he would totally avert the nightmares he had been having.


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Abuja.
‘So, you really want us to go out tomorrow?’ Cole typed into the chat box with Patricia and clicked on send.
There was a smile on his face as he scrolled up the messages again. It was her first time of ever asking him for an outing first, even though she only suggested it indirectly.
‘No, it’s not compulsory that we go out. I could come over to your house. Probably prepare dinner for us if you allow me and then we can spend the night together. I’ll leave from your place to work tomorrow.’
The smile on Cole’s face totally disappeared after reading her message. On a normal day, he was supposed to be glad that she offered to come to his home. He should have started preparations immediately for things he would do to her and with her when she comes. But the reverse was the case here.
‘But what about your parents, will they like it if you sleep out?’ Cole sent his reply.
‘They won’t know where I slept. I could just tell them I have to work late that day and that I’ll be sleeping at the staff’s quarters.’ her reply came in.
Cole heaved a sigh on reading the new message. He had houses in Lagos he would have taken her to if they were to be in the state but he had never thought of having a house in Abuja even though he had the money to buy several, the reason being that their stay in Abuja wasn’t planned to be a long or a permanent place of residence.

‘I won’t like you lying to your parents just because you want to spend time with me,’ he replied, surprised at rate he had turned to a good moral adviser.

‘Why? I’m a woman and not a girl anymore, so they can’t dictate what I should do.’ she replied.