Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 14

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Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 14

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Different thoughts ran through Stephanie’s mind at the backseat of the cab where she sat with another passenger. She had gotten some secrets from her mum on her last visit and wanted Dave to help her verify the details.
‘Madam, this is Fadel Cool Creamery,” The cab man said to Stephanie, pointing out through the window to show her the place. He found a good place and pulled over for her to come out.
‘Thank you,’ she said as she paid him the fee. She got out of the car and walked back to Fadel Cool Creamery. She stopped for a minute at the front to admire the beauty of the building.
Dave spotted her from the table he was seated at immediate she stepped in and waved to get her attention. She walked to him all smiles and he rose up to welcome her.
‘Good afternoon,’ she greeted first as she received his handshake.
‘Good afternoon,’ he replied, smiling back at her. ‘Please be seated.’
They both settled into their seats and Dave beckoned on a waiter. ‘What would you like to take?’ he asked Stephanie.
‘Oh! Thanks, don’t bother, I had something before coming.’
‘I understand, but don’t you care for ice cream? We could take that while we’re discussing.’
‘No, thanks. Maybe a bottle of water would do.’
Dave turned his face to the waiter and said, ‘Two bottles of water and two plates of ice cream’. He paused and turned to Stephanie, ‘What kind of cream would you like?’
‘Don’t bother, I’m very much okay with water alone,’ Stephanie replied.
‘I know, I’m talking about something you’d take along with you when you’re leaving.’


‘Well, anything milk will do.’ she said to the waiter.
‘Get the same for me,’ Dave said to the waiter who nodded and mumbled a reply before turning to leave.

‘I called for this meeting, so I’ll be taking care of the bill.’ she said to Dave after the waiter walked out of earshot.
‘Hehe!’ Dave chuckled. ‘I won’t allow you to that of course.’

‘I will.’
‘You will not, they won’t take your cash or card from you. I already paid some money while I was waiting for you.’
‘Oh! Nice of you but you shouldn’t have bothered.’
Dave shrugged, ‘I guess it’s what a gentleman should do.’
‘Thanks, so can we go to the reason we’re here?’ Stephanie asked.
‘Yes please, I have an appointment with someone by two pm.’ Dave said and glanced at his wristwatch.
‘Okay, we can’t stay up to that time here.’ Stephanie said, also glancing at her wristwatch. ‘I need a favour from you,’ she began.


‘And what could that be?’ Dave questioned, wondering why she went quiet again.

‘My mum told me some things which I’ll like to verify but I don’t know the way to go about it.’
‘Is your mum still in Nigeria?’
‘No, of course. She left a long time ago and I’m not even talking about madam Henrietta.’
Dave raised a brow, ‘Then who are you talking about?’
‘My real mother, Madam Henrietta is just my guardian.’

‘Wow!’ Dave shone his eyes in surprise. ‘Quite a revelation! So where is your real mum?’
Stephanie’s face turned sad, she inhaled and exhaled deeply. ‘She’s not feeling fine, so she’s been in a rehabilitation home.’
‘Oh! Sorry about that, I pray she gets well soon.’

‘Amen, thank you,’ Stephanie said with a brief smile. ‘I was with her three days ago and she was talking to me about how Madam Henrietta helped her, and she mentioned something about the Vice President that I need to confirm.’
‘Well, what could that be? I do hope I have the answer.’
‘I’m not sure you have the answer, I just need you to assist me in finding the answer.’
‘Okay, just tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you.’

‘My mum told me how my father used to work with Chief Elvis Richards while he was the deputy governor of Lagos State and how my father and siblings death were arranged by him, then they made the world think that it was an accident.’
‘I don’t really understand,’ Dave said with a frown. ‘Maybe you have to first tell me more about your father and who he was.’
‘Okay…’

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Kurudu
Henry pulled over just behind Cole’s car. He took off the seat belt and stepped out of the car without turning off the engine. He walked to the car in front and entered through the backseat. Tomi stepped out of the car after him and also joined at the backseat.
‘Cole,’ Henry called as he entered.
‘Henry, where’s the boss?’ Cole replied him without turning back but looking at his face through the rearview mirror, their eyes met there.
‘She dropped on the way, she’ll join us later.’
‘What’s her instruction?’
‘We would book three rooms, but still wait in the car for her,’ Henry replied.
‘How do we pair?’ Cole asked, now casting his gaze back. ‘And how do we handle him?’ he added, flashing a look at Dr Ekwueme who was at the front with him.
‘Do you still think I would cause any trouble for you? I would have done that when we were alone and there were better chances of getting away,’ Dr Ekwueme cut in, in a very weak voice.
The three others in the car turned their gazes on him. Cole smiled faintly and looked away for a second. ‘I would have killed you straightway and explained later to the boss,’ Cole said in his mind.
‘The problem is not really you trying to make trouble, the real problem is trouble coming because of you. Just imagine a case of someone seeing and recognizing you with us in the hotel, that’ll be dangerous. The person would report to the police silently and they’ll come for us without we expecting them.’
There was silence for about thirty seconds. The doctor closed his eyes and leaned his head on the headrest.
‘Tomi would go in now to book the rooms while you remain here with him,’ Henry said to Cole.
‘What about you?’
‘I’m going to dump the car somewhere far from here, I’ll get us food on my way back.’ Henry replied and then opened the door.
‘Okay.’
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‘What’s going on here? Please slow down a bit,’ Tarasha said to the cab man driving her as they drove past the base Rex and the officers had just attacked.
The gate of the place was wide open and some police officers could still be seen inside the compound, while two of their vehicles were parked outside. Tarasha had left Cole and Tomi and turned back to the place after visiting a boutique and changing her clothes there. She was also putting on a wig to cover her low cut.
‘No Madam, I can’t slow down here. Can’t you see the police tapes?’ the cab driver replied after casting a look of surprise at her.
‘What happened here?’
‘Hmm…’ the cab man folded his lips in and shook his head slowly like someone who was getting ready to gossip. ‘If you came here about ninety minutes ago, then you would have asked me to speed up instead of asking me to wait. About twenty armed robbers attacked the place and were shooting for almost an hour, it was terrible…’
The man continued to blab on while Tarasha paid attention to observing the environment.
‘I’m stopping here,’ she finally said to the cab man after three minutes. The man continued talking as she paid him and stepped out of the car. It wasn’t until she walked away from the car that he stopped talking and drove off.
Tarasha opened her handbag and took out her sunshades. She looked around before putting it on. She was now some distance away from the base of attack and she was sure the police officers were going to take that route back to their station. She wanted to wait until they left and go back close to the base and take pictures as a journalist. She walked away from the side and the road and stepped into the verandah of a locked shop with a bench in front of it.
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2:40pm
Dave dialed Lizzy’s number and it rang for the fourth time without being answered. He sighed and glanced at Stephanie’s face, ‘She’s still not answering.’
‘I think you should just wait a little more for her,’ Stephanie said.
‘We’d leave in the next three minutes if she doesn’t show up,’ Dave replied after confirming the time to be twenty seven minutes past two.
‘Are you sure that wouldn’t get her upset?’
‘No, it won’t. I’m sending her a text message already,’ Dave replied, typing in a message on his phone.
‘I still think you should wait, she could be on her way.’
‘Today is Sunday and the library would be closing by four pm, it’s open twenty four hours everyday except from Saturdays and Sundays. Today affords us a very good opportunity to use it with less protocols,’ Dave said.
‘Well, if you insist.’ Stephanie shrugged.
‘Let’s move,’ Dave glanced at his wristwatch again before getting up from the seat. Stephanie picked her bag and followed him.
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