Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 68

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 68

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Lagos, Nigeria.
6:54pm
‘Which hotel did you say you’d like madam?’ the cab driver asked again.
‘Take me to any good one around this area,’ Tarasha replied.
‘There are plenty good ones o, it all depends on your money.’
‘Just take me to the closest one, forget about the money.’
‘Okay madam.’


Tarasha took out her phone again and opened the notepad application. She copied the Drug Agency’s Lagos address which she had jotted there and pasted it in another application to check the distance from where she was now. It was 29.9km and approximately 1 hour 9 minutes drive through the Apapa Oworonshoki Expressway.
‘Driver, can you take me to “Bar-deer”?’ Tarasha asked, missing the pronunciation of the location name ‘Badia’.
‘Badia ma?’ the driver asked to be sure, pronouncing the word correctly.
‘Yes, I think so. NAFDAC’s office is located there,’ Tarasha replied.

‘No ma’am, our cabs don’t go that far and I don’t even know the routes to the place very well. I just started this taxi business,’ the driver replied.
‘Okay, thank you. Just take me to an hotel. I’ll use Uber services to get to Badia,’ Tarasha replied, still mispronouncing the name of the place.
She cleared all the apps running on her phone and opened her gallery to check Nnamdi Okafor’s picture which she had downloaded on her phone. She remembered how he died as her first victim in Chief Gab’s main task. She had thought he was just a victim, not knowing that he was also reaping the harvest for his bad works.
She checked the time and calculated the duration of time she would use in the two locations she planned to visit. She had it well planned out and would not need up to twenty four hours to complete her mission there except something unexpected came up.
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8:45pm
Cole’s Residence, Abuja .
‘Men… You’re such a good cook too,’ Victor said as he swallowed the last mold of semovita.
‘Thank you,’ Patricia smiled back at him. She watched him as he took out the meat from the plate of ugu and egusi soup and tore it with his teeth. She smiled and did the same with the meat in her plate.

Both of them were distracted from the beautiful moment by the sound of a ringing phone. It was Patricia’s phone, she hissed as she heard the sound.
‘That must be my mum,’ she said with a sigh.

‘I guess it’s already time you should be home.’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll drive you home once we finish the meal,’ Victor offered.
‘No, you’re going to have to take your bath first before we leave this place.’ she retorted.
‘Take my bath?’ Victor looked at himself. To him, there was nothing dirty about him.
‘Yes, I called you to come in when I was taking mine but you were too busy with your tablet device.’ she said.

‘That’s true,’ he remembered her calling him to join her in the bathroom but he was busy then studying the drug Agency building. ‘But, I still have to drop you first, I can have my bath when I get home.’
‘No, no, no,’ she said and folded her lips in. ‘I won’t let you drop me without having your bath.’
‘Must you always be this stubborn?’ he asked jovially.
‘Yes, especially when it’s about the right things.’
He shook his head and chuckled. ‘I’m going to have my bath now, but would you like to come with me?’

‘Come with you to unclothe you or flight you to wash well’ she asked and laughed. He joined in the laughter. ‘I’m not having another bath, it’s your punishment for not answering me when I called you.’
‘Okay, let me just go already.’ Victor said and got to his feet, still munching the piece of meat in his mouth.
‘I’ll clean the dishes while you get ready,’ she said and began to pack the plates on the dining table as she watched him go into the room. She stopped with the plates after he walked out of sight. She proceeded towards the room to ensure that he was already in.
She returned to the living room quickly and headed straight to the centre table where the document was. She held it and positioned herself in the three seater whose back was turned to the path of the room so that she could quickly hide it if for any reason he comes out unexpectedly. She also held her phone which was previously ringing closer.
She opened the brown file and took out the paper in it carefully. She unfolded it and scanned through the content. At first, she didn’t understand what it was until she took her time to go through it. Then, she took a shot of the paper with her phone before folding it back into the envelope neatly.
A message entered her phone as she walked back to the dining. She unlocked the phone, the message had popped up on the screen. It was from Dave and it read; ‘I’m in town.’

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9:15 pm
Jumoke trudged through the passage of the house with her bag which seemed heavier than it should be in her left hand. She had a stressful day at work as there happened to be more than five emergencies in just one hour of that day.

She managed to pick out the keys to the door from her bag and inserted it into the keyhole. It opened as she turned it, easier than it should have but she was too tired to notice. She pushed the door in and stepped inside. The house was dark and hot, the curtains were all closed. She closed the door and reached for the bulb switch. She turned on the bulb and turned to meet a surprise.

‘Hi,’ Tarasha said and made a smirk. She was seated on top of the backrest of the three seater sofa and her feet was placed on the seat cushion. She was dressed on a white top and black shining trouser, her jacket which she took off because of the heat la!d beside where she sat. She was fondling a pistol in her hands.

Jumoke froze on the spot. Even though she didn’t recognize immediately who her guest was, she knew she was in trouble. Her legs vibrated on the spot and her bladder suddenly became full.

‘Don’t be scared, I’m supposed to be your friend. Or have you done anything wrong?’

Now Jumoke recognized her, both her face and her voice. The change in hairstyle had been the cause for her not recognizing immediately.

‘You helped me some months ago, and now I’ve come to pay you fully.’ Tarasha said and jumped down from the chair.

Jumoke’s heartbeat faster than normal. She knew she was staring death in the face and didn’t know what to do to save herself.
‘I left you alive because you were good to me but I’m here to kill you now because you decided to sell me out even after I warned you,’ Tarasha said as she stepped closer to her slowly.

She stopped at Jumoke’s front and placed the gun on the nurse’s lips. Now, Jumoke’s whole body was vibrating. Tarasha dragged the gun down from the lips through her neck and stopped in between her b-----s. Then she hit the nurse’s face with her backhand suddenly, making the nurse crash into the television behind.

She followed and dragged her up with the collar from the shattered parts of the television and disks on the floor. She left her for a moment and proceeded to door to lock it. Then, she pulled the nurse along and pushed her to the sofa.

‘Now, look at me.’ Tarasha said, pointing the gun at her. She placed her feet on the centre table and supported the arm with the gun on it. ‘Where can I find him?’

Jumoke’s face was soaked with tears already. Her back head had hit the television and it hurt so much that her head had become so heavy for her body.

‘Where can I find him?’ Tarasha asked again, this time in an impatient tone.
Jumoke managed to voice out something amidst her tears but it was inaudible.
‘Look here, I’m not joking with you.’ Tarasha warned. ‘I don’t want to repeat any question again.’

Jumoke sniffed in and managed to stop sobbing, her nose was running already. ‘He stays in Abuja, but I don’t know where exactly.’ she repeated the same thing she said earlier which wasn’t audible.

‘What’s his name?’
‘David James.’
‘You told him about my Bank transaction with you?’
‘Yes.’
‘What else did you tell him?’
‘How I found you that night and your warning to me,’ she said in a teary voice and sniffed in again.

Tarasha smirked, ‘How did he find you?’
‘He’s my boyfriend.’

‘Your… Boyfriend?’ Tarasha widened her eyes and released a deep breath. She put her leg down from the table.’So what does your boyfriend do? Where does he work?’
‘He’s a journalist, he works with Desert Reporters.’
‘Desert Reporters?’
‘Yes,’ Jumoke nodded like a frightened baby.

A knock was heard at the door.