Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 127

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Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 127

Tarasha turned to him and gave him a stare. ‘What the hell is wrong with you man? How is that your business?’

‘But Omotara, we agreed that we should no longer kill anyone except it happens by error.’

‘So who told you his death didn’t happen by error?’ she replied.

Henry’s mouth was left agape, he shone his eyes at her for some seconds before he spoke again. ‘So you killed him already?’
She didn’t give him a reply but continued to take off her clothes. She threw her trousers into the same basket she threw the top, leaving her body only covered with her bra and pantie.

Henry sank into a chair tiredly.
‘What’s the time now?’ she turned and asked him as she took off her bra. He didn’t answer her or look towards her. She picked her phone on the bed and checked the time. ‘Do you have sms or email subscription to a news website?’ she asked Henry.

He still did not answer.

She dialed Cole’s number on her phone. ‘Hey Cole, I’m gonna rest for a few hours after taking a shower. Please forward links to me whenever a news site gives update on the Inspector General.’
Henry flashed a look at her as he heard the mention of the IG but she said nothing to him anymore.

She dropped the call and continued with her undressing.

After some seconds, she walked past Henry’s front into the bathroom.
He stared unmoved at her naked behind until she was out of his sight.

His phone made a beep sound. He picked it out slowly after letting out a sigh. There was a new message, it read;
We’re still expecting your feedback .
He was still thinking of what to do when another message popped in.
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Henry was still thinking of what to do when another message popped in.

He clicked open and the message displayed fully, it was a news update from a news portal he subscribed to.

BREAKING NEWS – Inspector General Of Police found in a hotel room. Read more here.
He flashed a quick look towards the bathroom after he clicked on the read more link. The link opened on the Google chrome browser. He scrolled past the heading to read the content of the article.

The Inspector General of Police, Chief Rikau Rafiu was discovered in a brothel some few minutes ago. The police command has sent men to the brothel and confirmed the news.
The brothel; Full Heights Hotel in Gbadolo, Gwagalada Abuja is known for its notorious dealings and accommodation of criminals and suspects and is usually being raided by the police officials from time to time. However, the police did not discover the Inspector General on a raid but were called by the hotel officials after they discovered the IGP in a room which was previously booked by a lady. The hotel official which attended to the lady when she checked in claimed that she didn’t come in with the man but only with a very big traveling bag and a backpack.

The police have refused to disclose the state at which the Inspector General was found in the room but according to a source in the hotel who pleaded anonymity, the IGP was found in the hotel room laying in the bed sleeping, with a intravenous fluid bag hanging beside him and the liquid running into his body through a vein in his left hand. The source claimed the liquid only remained few drops in the bag at the time of discovery.

The brothel official who called the police told our reporters that this discovery was made because the lady that booked the room only paid for twelve hours and she had not checked out at the time it expired. The hotel workers and security officials claim not to have seen how and when she left the hotel.
Investigations are still ongoing and more details to be reported later.

Henry heaved a sigh of relief after reading the news. She did not kill the Inspector General after all. But he couldn’t understand why she told him she killed him, was it to get him angry with her or was it her way of telling him that he was disturbing her too much?

He was still in thoughts when she stepped out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her chest.

She walked past him to the wardrobe and began to wipe her body clean.

He watched her in silence for a while, not knowing how to restart the conversation with her since he ignored her questions previously.
‘Tara, I’m sorry if I’ve been disturbing you a lot,’ he finally began. ‘I’m just too scared of killing people, I don’t want you to be seen as a wicked murderer or an assassin.’

Tarasha wanted to ignore him before but the last phrase he mentioned caught her attention.

‘Don’t you understand yet that an assassin is who I am?’ she asked, flashing a questioning look at him.
‘That was who you are, but you can change and make people see you differently.’ Henry said.
‘I don’t give a d--n about how people see me,’ she replied him without looking back. ‘I came here to kill and that’s what I’ll do till I leave.’
Henry was quiet for a while, pondering on her words. They had been on this same line of argument severals times before and it has become like a circle which they have to keep going round in.
‘I can’t watch you continue to kill people,’ he raised up his head and looked at her. She was naked, with her back turned towards him. She had finished using the towel and was putting on her underwear. ‘I know you didn’t kill the Inspector General of police, but I beg you to keep it that way. You don’t have to kill others too.’
She flashed a look at him and turned back to continue what he was doing.
Henry had a rethink. He remembered that the IGP was found on drip. Could it be possible that she had decided to kill the IGP slowly through a poisoned fluid? He decided to keep his thoughts to himself and wait and watch what happens to the IGP after.

Tarasha put on a sleeping gown after putting on her underwear and turned towards Henry. ‘I’m here to kill and I would not make apologies for doing what I was born to do,’ she said in a stern voice. ‘I gave you the option of moving away from me already, if you can’t do that, you’d have to support and kill with me or you die trying to stop me.’ she said and bent to pick her phone on the bed.

‘I can’t leave you Tara,’ Henry said in a sad voice, shaking his head as he really wished he could leave her and choose a peaceful life instead of the one of hunting people everyday and also being hunted.
Tarasha unlocked her phone and raised her eyes to stare at his face, ‘Make no mistakes Henry, I’m going to kill you if you ever try to stop me or come in the way.’
Henry could tell she was serious with her words, but he didn’t know if she could really do it if it got to that point.

She sat on the bed and swiped down the notification bar of her phone. Cole had already sent her two links as she requested. She clicked on the message and opened it. ‘We still have some work to do this night,’ she typed and sent to him in reply.
After that, she la!d in the bed and rested her head on the pillow gently.
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Location: Andreas Estate, Ikoyi, Lagos State.
Time: 9:32pm
There was something strange about the Estate that night and it was the street lights, they were off and no one knew the reason.
Two people; a couple; are seated in a moving Toyota Camry 2028 model. The husband at the driver’s side while the wife is seated at the passenger’s side in a very sad mood. The wife was the younger sister to the late Engineer Jimoh who was shot dead that morning and they were returning to their own residence from the residence of the late man where they had gone to pay a condolence visit to Mrs Jimoh.

Signs of dried tears could still be seen on the wife’s eyes while the husband’s face was without tears but gloomy. The news of Engineer Jimoh’s death had come as a shock to them and the way he died was more devastating.

The husband took a glance at his wristwatch, they had spent a lot of time being with Mrs Jimoh and he was driving at a high speed to ensure they drove out of the estate before ten o’clock. Ten o’clock was the closing time for the estate gate and he didn’t want to have to speak with the security guards before they would be allowed to go out. He took a look at the side mirror, the vehicle which had being behind them was now running at a lower speed and he guessed that the user had almost gotten to his destination. He wondered why that kind of vehicle was still on the road at that time of the day. It was a medium sized truck, the type usually used for the transportation of sand, gravel and similar construction materials.
There were usually very few vehicles passing through the estate, and at that time of the day the road users had become so few. Only those two cars could be seen at that part of the road.
‘Have you received any call from Esther yet?’ the husband asked his wife.
‘No, but she sent a message that she’s put Craig to sleep already.’ the woman replied. Esther was the name of their house help and Craig was their two year old son.
‘Okay,’ the husband replied. He took a look at the rearview mirror. He noticed that the vehicle behind had suddenly increased speed again and was coming forward with a very high unreasonable speed. He wondered what was wrong with the driver.

They were approaching a turn. The husband moved to the slow lane, hoping that the driver speeding crazily from behind would make use of the available space but all of a sudden, like a vehicle with a drunk driver whose brake had lost control, the truck headed straight towards the couple’s vehicle and crushed it into a fence.