She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 15

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 15

In the next forty-five minutes, Thelda was
already waiting in her apartment at Niger
Street. The apartment was breathtaking and
exquisite. The sitting room was filled with
expensive colourful furniture. She was sitting
comfortably on a sofa. Shania Twain’s Still
the One was playing softly over a CD player
and she was tapping her feet and nodding in
time to the lyrics of the music. After a while,
she glanced up at the clock, it was time and
he was yet to show up. Was he still going to
come? She became tensed. She was no longer
enjoying the music and she rose and turned
off the CD player. She moved to the window,
looked through the louvers and that instant,
she watched a guard open the gate and
Reagan’s sports car zipped into the
compound and halted in the garage. In two
minutes, a knock came on the door and she
walked to a small corridor that connected to
the sitting room to open the door. She held
the door knob, turned it and was staring at
the ugliest being she had ever seen.

Rowland Reagan was short, with sturdy chins,
flat nose and a small mouth. He had an ebony
skin and lips that looked afraid of smiling. His
face was bedecked with scars he got from
street fights when he was a boy and his bald
head was hidden under a black hat. At the
tender age of six, he was already a burglar
and pickpocket. A finger was missing from his
left hand and he had the habit of always
clenching his left fist to keep people from
noticing it. Reagan didn’t know his parents.

He was fostered by one divorcee until he was
ten. The woman maltreated him and on
several occasions, had almost starved him to
death. At ten, Reagan suffered from
kwashiorkor and ran away from the house. The very day he fled from his foster mother, he broke into a resident’s apartment and stole some jewellery from a safe. In the process, the resident ran into him and he stabbed her with a dagger which he carried in his pocket, and watched her die painfully. He enjoyed the sight. He went to a clinic and was admitted until he was cured. When the doctor showed him the bill, he stabbed him and chortled as he died.

At seventeen, he went back to his
house and killed his foster mother. He buried
her in the backyard and left the police in an
eternity search for the woman they termed
‘missing.’ When he was eighteen, he formed a gang but after two months, he abandoned it, made connections and became an international sniper and assassin. He kept in close touch with top politicians and was
readily available whenever they needed him.
His killings were always accurate and he
prided himself on not having seen the walls of
jail.


Thelda stood aside and Reagan walked in. As
he walked past her, she felt her blood drain
away for she thought the man was from
another planet. He was such a terrifying being
she never envisioned she would see in her life
time. He was certainly destined for hell for his
looks. She believed. Her body was already
shaking slightly but she was glad it wasn’t
obvious. He would do the dirty job well. She
thought as smiles shone on her face. She
followed Reagan into the sitting room and
showed him to a seat.

“You sure want your husband dead?” Reagan said and lit a cigarette with his short fingers.

Thelda raised a hand, “No smoking here. I
don’t like the smell of that.” She threw her
weight on the next seat, “When you’re out of this place, you can do that.”

Reagan drew on his stick, his face
expressionless. Smoke swirled up, “That’s
what I live on. Don’t worry, you’ll soon get
used to my habit.” He showed a broken tooth
in a short smile, “When do you want the
president dead?”

Thelda clapped off the smoke that made
toward her direction, “Tomorrow, during the
anniversary.” She paused, “Heard you’re very good at this”

Reagan chewed on his stick, “Was born for
this.”

Thelda smiled, “Hope no traces will be left?”

Reagan dropped the dog-end on the floor, “I’m too experienced for that.”

Thelda smiled, “Hope no traces will be left?”

Reagan dropped the dog-end on the floor, “I’m too experienced for that.”

Thelda smiled again and stood for the smoke
was becoming intolerable. She gave a loud
hiccup and took some steps away from
Reagan, facing a middle-sized refrigerator at
the dining room, “You want a drink?”
Reagan shook his head, “Not until this is
over.” He took another stick from a brown
pack, “When do I get my dough?” He lit the
cigarette.

“As soon as you’re done, I already have your account number.”

Reagan stared at the glowing tip for a while
and pressed on his hat with his short hand,
“Then I’ll be on my way. I’ll be back for a
condolence.” He got up and left the
apartment.

After President Williams was successfully
murdered, Thelda grew very close with Anabel
that they kept no secrets from each other.

Reagan became a ready instrument that was
put to use whenever they wanted. When
Reagan called that he had murdered Stella,
Anabel suggested that Thelda travelled to
Ghana. For her, that would help Thelda get
over the death of her daughter. Thelda bought
the advice and left with her secretary to
Ghana, barely two hours after she got the
news.