She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 48

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 48

Lucia walked past Anabel and got inside. She
greeted Thelda, “Good afternoon ma.”

Thelda pointed to a seat, “You may sit.”
“Thank you ma.” She went and sat down.
Anabel walked to Thelda, “I’ll excuse the two of you.”

Thelda cast her a baffled look, “What do you
mean by that?”

Anabel said expressionlessly, “My stomach
ache has come back again. I need to see my
doctor immediately.”

Thelda knew she was lying but decided to find
out the problem with her later. She waved her
hand, “You may go. Meet me at Kutra when
you’re done.”

“Yes ma.” Anabel left without looking at Lucia.

When Thelda heard her drive past the gate,
she looked at Lucia and demanded, “Have you both met before?”

Lucia shook her head without hesitation, “No
ma.”

Thelda thought for a while and said, “Ok. Do I
get you a drink?”

“Thanks, I’m ok ma.”

Thelda’s eyes caught the dragon tattoos on
her neck and she fixed her anxious gaze on it
for a while, then she looked her in the eye,
“What were you saying on the phone?”

Lucia shifted forward and spoke fast, barely
looking up at her, “Your daughter is alive. I
know the apartment she’s being held
hostage.” She looked into Thelda’s eyes and became confused. Her eyes were pale and deadly. But she continued, “Ma, I’m not lying,
she’s alive. She’s being_”

Thelda held up a hand, “Stop it!” It was a
snarl. Thelda gave her a weary look, gulped
down her wine and stood. She moved to the
door and bolted it. Lucia who was gaping at
her became jittery and was quick in thought.

What was Thelda trying to do? She thought.
Does she think she was lying? Thelda walked
back to the seat, bent to her handbag and
took out a gun. She did it so fast that Lucia
was defenseless. She pointed it at Lucia.

Lucia’s heart started throbbing up and down
as though it would burst and she felt her
imagination starting to run wild. Was she
going to shoot her? Lucia glared with
indignation and felt like slumping. She felt her
hope of becoming a heroine drifting into the
air. She thought of her dreams of being
forgiven of all her past crime and felt
nauseous. She wished she had told the
president instead. With her high connections
in the villa, she would have easily gained
audience with the president. She would have
considered that thought before calling Thelda.

It was now late. She blamed herself. She was
brought back to the present when Thelda
bawled, “Who’re you?” and she started inching closer to her, her finger clasping firmly on the trigger. Lucia looked her in the eyes and saw there was something about Thelda she hadn’t released earlier. Thelda was a dangerous being and Lucia knew one when she saw one.

Thelda stopped few paces to her, “Who’re
you?” She barked, her eyes on the tattoos on
Lucia’s neck.

“Lucia Brime.” She stammered.

“I already know your name,” Her red eyes
became wide and deadly, “What other thing
are you? Play with me and you leave here a
corpse.” Her eyes were still on her neck.

Lucia believed her. Thelda wasn’t just the wife of late President Williams Bruno, she was a vicious criminal with only a goddamn innocent face. Lucia puckered her lips and said with an unsteady voice, “I’m trying to save my neck.”

Thelda took one step forward and smiled,
“That’s interesting. Go on, I’m listening.”

Lucia breathed and told her almost everything
about her life. She told her how bad she had
been, her connection with the dreaded
Theodore Philips and Sergio Bruno, how she
wanted to kill Agent Dennis, how she escaped
from police custody and how she found
Reagan taking Stella into an apartment. She
told her how she had hoped to use the
information she was giving to buy her
freedom. When she was through, Thelda
brought down her gun, retreated and sat on
the couch. She refilled her glass and said
slowly,

“The only way you can save your neck right
now’s to make sure Stella dies before today
runs out.” She sipped her wine.

Lucia’s eyes shot up at her, her heart skipping a beat, “What’re you saying ma? You want me to murder your daughter?” Her voice was unsteady.

Thelda smiled, “Exactly. Your liberty lies in
your hands. Go back to that apartment and
get rid of the two of them. Once you’re done,
give me a call and a confirmation and I’ll
immediately arrange for you to get a state
pardon. Her death is the only route to your
freedom.”

Lucia thought for a moment and stared
defiantly, “Ma, if you wouldn’t mind, I need to know the reason why I’m killing your
daughter. At least, I deserve to know.” Sweat
filled her face.

A smile immediately crossed Thelda’s lips,
“Regrettably, you’ve asked for what I can’t grant. Just do as I instructed and save your neck; that should be your concern at the
moment.” She sipped her wine, “Reagan is
very dangerous but from what you already told me about yourself, I believe you can take care of him. In addition to having your freedom, I’ll pay you twenty million Duros once you’re done with the assignment.” Lucia’s mouth went
agape and Thelda saw the effect her
statement had on her. She smiled, “This is just to make sure you don’t change your mind and act otherwise. It’s important I mention this,” she sipped her wine, “even the president can’t guarantee your freedom right now, so make sure this doesn’t get out. Everyone is looking out for you and no one will be ready to listen
to you.” She rose, her glass of wine in her
palms, “The faster you make it, the better.”