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Tarasha 57-70

Episode 57
~~~~~ Tarasha walked into the house without taking another look at Henry. No one was in the living room when she stepped in, she knew that they were all peeping before and had all run into their rooms when they saw her coming. She saw the widow curtain which was slightly opened. She walked closer to the window and peeped from it. Henry was still standing and bfacing the house, he saw her peeping. She rolled down curtains immediately after their eyes met and turned back to lock the entrance door carefully. She began to proceeded to the rooms section. ‘Cole, Benny, Aisha’ she called in a loud but gentle voice as she stopped in front of Aisha’s room. One after the other, they all came out to meet her. ‘Start packing everything that’s important, we are leaving here in the next one hour’ ‘Cole’ she called and turned to him. ‘Hack into the security cameras system and stop all transmissions from this area and several kilometres surrounding it. I believe we are being monitored, so we have to be careful’ she said and began to proceed into her own room. She stopped at the entrance and turned back. Cole, Aisha and Benny were still standing on the same spots they were, staring at her in awe. They wondered if what you said about them being monitored was true. Then that means that their Waterloo was near. She walked past them to the living room again and went to the window to check. Henry had just opened the gate and was returning to his car. He stopped before entering the driver’s seat and glanced around the house again. Tarasha quickly closed the curtain to hide herself. He fixed his gaze on the window for a second, he knew someone was looking at him through the window but he couldn’t tell who it was. He opened the door and entered into the car. He kicked off the engine and reversed out of the compound. He came out of his car again to close back the gate before driving off. Tarasha left the window and walked back to her room. Benny and the others had already entered their rooms. She got inside her room and locked the door. She sat on the bed, buried her face on her palms and let out a deep breath. She had underestimated the Nigerian police, she began to think. She thought that all her tracks had been covered, not knowing that someone, Henry was on her trail. She was sure in her heart that he was an undercover cop sent to bring her down. That was the reason for all he had been doing. She thought of how he bumped into her at the computer shop when she first came into Abuja, it all began to make sense to her now. She had been too careless to note that his constant running into her was not by mistake but was planned. She was being monitored. Ahe now understood his romance tactics with her, it was very common for undercover cops to have a romantic relationship with their targets, it always worked for them. Now the common saying “Feelings are for fools” taught to them by the Nefary clan was making complete sense. The day an assassin begins to have affections is the day the assassin’s death warrant is signed. How did Henry find out all he did about her? Her real name, the name of her brother and what she did. Of course, he hadn’t seen her brother Jeffrey, he died a long time ago. Or how could her brother even have recognised her after so many years? Henry was an expert agent, she was very sure. She came up with a clue of how her bloodline was traced and how Henry found out that the name of her brother, Jeffrey. Henry must have taken something from her during their time of staying together, likely a strand of her hair when she foolishly agreed to stay in the cameras commission house with him. They must have gotten the strand from her comb when she went out. With that they would have been able to trace her background and find out all about her origin in Nigeria. She got up from the bed and flung open the wardrobe. She began to take out her guns and ammunitions first, she arranged them into their bags neatly. ~~ Henry had driven for thirty minutes before he remembered to check his phone. He had just left the village where he went to visit Tarasha and had gotten into town. He pulled up close to the area where commercial cabs were parked. He took out his phone and drew the security pattern, he clicked on the call logs icon. He dialed Sylvester’s number first. ‘Hello sir’ he spoke immediately the call was answered. ‘Hello, Mr Henry. We’ve been trying to reach you for a long time. What happened? Were you in church?’ Sylvester’s voice came through impatiently. ‘Yes, I was in church today and my phone was on silence mode’ Henry gave the expected excuse. ‘Oh! I never knew you were a religious type’ Sylvester exclaimed. ‘I’m not religious, I’m a Christian’ Henry corrected. ‘Anyways, have you spoken with Agent Dakolo? He’s the one who urgently needs to reach you.’ ‘No, but I’ll call him right away’ ‘Please do’ ‘Okay’ Henry ended the call and dialed Dakolo immediately. ‘Good afternoon sir’ Henry greeted first. ‘Good afternoon Henry, how are you doing?’ ‘Fine sir, what about you?’ ‘I’m good. We need to see urgently’ ‘Where do you want us to meet sir?’ Henry asked. ‘We can meet in your house or any place of your choice’ Dakolo said. ‘In my house?’ Henry sounded uncomfortable with the idea. ‘Anywhere you want. In a restaurant or wherever but not in the office’ ‘I think I should come and meet you in Elymax, we can discuss in the restaurant there’ ‘Okay, I’ll be expecting you in the next thirty minutes’ ‘Yeah sure’ Henry ended the call. He threw his phone to the backseat and let out a deep breath as rested his head. He closed his eyes and his thoughts once again drifted back to Omotara. He wondered what the best way to help her was. Now that she wasn’t acting like someone who was going to easily cooperate with him. The picture of the bullet which he saw with her flashed back into his mind, he also remembered the knife which cut her hand. He wasn’t surprised because he expected that her work as a fraudster would also require her to keep weapons and guns. A thought flashed through his mind, scaring him to death. Could Omotara be Samantha Osman, the mastermind of the assassinations? He shook his head in disagreement with himself, the thought of the possibility alone frightened him extremely. He chose to believe otherwise, Omotara was just an unlucky girl who had found her way to be a fraudster. She couldn’t be the dangerous assassin. He kicked off the engine and drove away to meet Dakolo. **35 minutes later** Henry had no issues spotting Dakolo where he was seated immediately he walked into the restaurant. Dakolo was seated close to the entrance. Several other customers were eating and discussing in the restaurant. ‘Good afternoon sir’ Henry greeted as he approached the table. ‘Good afternoon’ Dakolo stood up to shake hands with him before sitting down. There were soft drinks on the table already which had been ordered by Dakolo. ‘You can change your drink if you don’t like it’ Dakolo said on seeing the way Henry stared at the table. ‘No, it’s okay’ Henry smiled. ‘I was just wondering what the reason could be for the urgent meeting’ ‘Nothing new’ Dakolo adjusted his seating position. ‘Still the same case, just that we’ve been mandated to take more drastic steps. We need to make an headway on the case this week. I’ll be having a meeting with the president this week and also some of the top security ministers and we need substantial progress reports’ ‘Okay’ Henry fixed his gaze on Dakolo, listening attentively. ‘You told me yesterday when we discussed that we can’t trace the source of the past cameras disruption, we can only wait till there’s another attempt on it’ ‘Yes, I did. Any attempt to trace it now may lead us to a trap’ Henry reconfirmed. ‘Okay, but what happens if Chief Jubril’s assassination was the last of the attacks?’ Henry narrowed his eyes thoughtfully without saying any word. ‘Does it mean that they go scot-free with what they’ve done already?’ Dakolo continued. ‘The way it looks now, we are helpless and with little or no clue to lead us to this assassin group. Only the picture of the suspected lady Samantha Osman is what we have’ Henry’s heart skipped a beat as he remembered his suspicion of Omotara being the Samantha again. ‘Can I see the picture please?’ ‘Of course sure, you may have seen the person somewhere before’ Dakolo bent to pick a small briefcase which was in between the legs of his chair. He placed it on his lap and opened it. He brought out an iPad, closed back the briefcase and returned it to the former position. He turned on the iPad and waited patiently for it to boot. After some seconds of searching, he handed the iPad to Henry. ‘That’s her passport, it’s not recent one though. According to our investigations, her real name is Aisha Bello. We believe she’s the one who disguises herself as Samantha Osman. All our efforts to trace her has proved futile’ Henry stared at the passport keenly. His mind was greatly relieved as the person in it did not in anyway look like Omotara. He heaved a sigh of relief and handed the iPad back to Dakolo. ‘I’ve not seen that face anywhere before’ ‘Do you want to see more of her recent pictures?’ Dakolo asked as he took back the iPad, opening a picture which showed the grown Aisha. ‘No’ Henry refused politely. ‘I don’t know that person, I’ve never seen her before’ ‘Okay’ Dakolo switched off the iPad and returned it into the briefcase. ‘So, we need to work. We can’t wait and hope until there’s another attempt made’ ‘Sir, I think the NSCC has done what needs to be done already. The footages which were never stored with us cannot be recovered in any way. We’ve done what we can do to prevent a reoccurrence’ Dakolo bent forward and stared into Henry’s eyes. ‘I know, but the police needs your help now more than ever before. We need you to work with us’ ‘How?’ Henry asked, he frowned slightly. Dakolo rested back into his chair again, he folded his arms. ‘First, you were here when the last attack happened and it even happened in this same state’ ‘Yes sir’ Henry answered. A thought came into his mind. He hope that Dakolo would not ask him questions that would reveal that he was also an attendee at the party. ‘Is there any group or individual to suspect personally?’ ‘Huh?’ Henry was visibly shaken by the question. ‘Do you have anyone you suspect?’ Dakolo asked again, this time in a calmer tone. He stared into Henry’s eyes as he waited for an answer. ~~~~ Cole was seated on the three seater sofa, already dressed up in a black top and black Jean trouser while the others were still in the rooms, gathering their loads. He opened his bag which was on the sofa and brought out his laptop. He placed it on his lap and opened it up to boot. After a minute, the computer was on. He began the assignment given to him to hack the cameras system. After some minutes of following normal procedure, strange commands and notifications began to pop up on the laptop screen. The one which got him more worried was a pop-up window which displayed, “Real Address to be revealed, continue? Yes/No” He closed the whole process and started from the scratch again, taking extra care in following each step. At the end of the whole process, he received the same pop- up window. He clicked on No and the process was aborted. He frowned and thought for a while, something was definitely wrong. He cleared the software cache and history and even restored it back to the default settings. He now had to log in again and make some settings which would require a longer time to complete. ‘Have you stopped the transmission?’ Tarasha asked as she appeared behind him, trying to wear a bag to her back. She was dressed in the same manner as Cole, the same color of clothes but she had black gloves on which Cole didn’t. She was dragging a traveling box along. ‘No’ Cole looked up as Tarasha got to his front. ‘What’s delaying it?’ She asked and sat on the one seater sofa by the Cole’s left. ‘There’s a strange pop-up showing at the end of the process’ Cole answered with a frown. ‘What pop-up?’ ‘I’m almost there. I’ll show you if it comes up again’ Cole replied. After two minutes of continuous typing and clicking, Cole heaved a sigh of frustration. ‘It’s here again’ he said and sank back into the sofa like he had given up. Tarasha got up and sat beside him. She squinted on seeing the message of the pop-up window. ‘Should I click yes?’ Cole asked, looking into Tarasha’s face. She replied him with a warning look and he kept mute. ‘If you click yes, they won’t only be able to find this location but would also be able to recover the stream’ she said as she got up, she bit her lips and stared into the air for some seconds. ~~~ ‘Yesss’ Henry replied, stressing the word. He knew better than to say no because he was sure that Dakolo would catch him easily especially when he had not been able to hide his shock at the question. ‘ I’m thinking that we could have an in-house member of the gang in the NSCC, I’m suspecting those working in the headquarters especially’ Henry quickly added a well thought up lie. ‘Does this include Mr Sylvester?’ Dakolo asked. ‘Hum… Not really. Mr Sylvester seems to naive to be involved in that. But still, everyone is a suspect’ ‘Including you?’ Dakolo suggested with a smile. ‘Yes, including me’ Henry replied with a brief laugh. ‘Then, how do we go about this? How do we investigate your office?’ Dakolo asked, putting back on his serious look. Henry’s phone beeped. A warning notification alarm rang out. His call ringing tone began to sound at the same time. He brought out the phone and checked the caller. ‘Mr Sylvester’ he whispered to Dakolo. ‘Go ahead, answer, hear what he has to say’ Henry answered the call. ‘Mr Henry, the whole office is ringing with the alarms, someone is trying to hack our systems again’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Yes, I can see it on my computer here’ ‘Okay, just wait for me. I’ll be in the office in few minutes. Make sure you keep an eye on it , record every change in direction that occurs’ Henry said and ended the call. He confirmed the Sylvester’s report by the alarm on his phone. From the look on Henry’s face, Dakolo could perceive that something bad was happening. ‘The gang is trying to disrupt our system again’ Henry said to Dakolo’s waiting ears. ‘Wow’ Henry got up quickly and picked his car keys from the table. ‘I have to go now’ ‘Yes sure’ Dakolo permitted. He got up also and took out his phone. He dialed the headquarters as Henry left him and walked away. ‘Send enough men to every entry and exit to the major roads in town. There seem to be another security breach right now, something dangerous may happen’ he said into the phone.
Episode 58
~~~~~~~~~
Tarasha removed the bag on her back and returned to
the sofa. She took out her own laptop and turned it on.
She looked into Cole’s laptop again as she waited for hers
to complete the booting process. She smiled lightly.
Whoever had helped tightened the cameras security
system had done a good job but still had more work to
do. Her laptop was on, she clicked on the start button
and selected the “run” process. The “run window” came
up. She typed in a code. “Nef-Tar-diag-falc.” After some
seconds of loading, the whole computer system display
changed and another window popped up, requesting for
a password. She typed in the password and the window
closed. In just few minutes, she had swapped from the
windows operating system to a personal operating
system created by herself.
‘Go get the rest of the team, get the bags into the car’
Tarasha said to Cole who was staring into the screen in
awe. Cole closed his laptop and got up immediately. ‘You
guys should also get your guns ready, we’ll take out
anyone that tries to stop or monitor us, even if it’s
someone we only suspect’ she added before Cole began
to move.
‘That includes Henry’ she added again. Cole paused and
turned to look at her. ‘Kill him if he ever comes your way
again’ she stared into his eyes and reiterated. Cole turned
and proceeded to the rooms.
Tarasha continued with her work on the laptop. In two
minutes time, Aisha and Benny came out with their
luggages. Cole also followed behind, he picked the Boss’
box and carried it with him outside the building.
~~~
Henry walked in hurriedly into the NSCC head office, he
headed straight for Mr Sylvester’s office without waiting
to greet or respond to anybody’s greeting. He entered the
office without knocking. Sylvester was looking into the a
computer with another technician. Henry sat on the
visitors seat and turned the second computer which was
on Mr Sylvester’s table to himself. He clicked open the
software to check the status.
‘Let’s go to the control room’ he said and got up from
the seat. Sylvester and the other technician followed him.
They proceeded out of the office and headed for the
control room.
‘When exactly was the attempt made?’ Henry asked as he
opened the door to the control room. The control room
was brightened up with yellow bulbs, there were twelve
desktops neatly arranged on three rows. An operator sat
on the third row behind the main control system, he got
up on sighting Henry and Sylvester coming towards him.
‘The first attempt was by 12.46pm, three other attempts
have been made after that’ Sylvester replied. Henry gave
Sylvester an eye signal to send out the two our
technicians.
‘You can wait outside’ Sylvester said to the technicians
and they left reluctantly.
Henry sat behind the main system and began to type on
the keyboard hurriedly. ‘So what locations were spotted?’
Henry asked. Sylvester stood by his side with a hand
placed on the table as he looked into the screen.
‘No location was spotted’ Sylvester replied. ‘It didn’t not
show any point, direction or even distance’
Henry looked into his face, surprised. ‘What do you
mean?’ He questioned with a frown and turned back to
the screen slowly. Sylvester gave no reply since Henry
was almost finding out himself.
‘No, this can’t be’ Henry shook his head in disbelief and
frustration. He was disappointed with the result displayed
by the software. ‘This can’t be’
‘What?’ Sylvester asked softly.
‘Who else apart from the both of us is aware of this new
software?’
‘None, except for Agent Dakolo’
Henry hurriedly brought out his phone. Dakolo’s call was
coming in at the right time. ‘Hello sir’
‘Hello Henry, have you been able to determine the
location and source?’ Dakolo questioned.
‘No’ Henry said flatly. ‘There was an attempt but they did
not break in.’ Dakolo gave no response, his intake of
breath from the other side was heard by Henry.
‘Sir, did you tell anyone about the new software I made
yesterday?’ Henry added another question.
‘No, why?’
‘They didn’t fall into the trap. It’s like the person behind
the security attack somehow knew that his location
would be revealed and did not complete the last step’
‘But you guys got the alarm?’
‘Yes. Sir’
‘So what do you think it is?’
‘I…’ The warning alarm tone began to ring out again from
all the computer systems in the room. ‘S–t! I’ll call you
back sir’
‘I’m coming over’ Dakolo said before Henry ended the
call.
A new attempt had been made again. Sylvester turned to
silence the alarms on the other computers while Henry
got himself busy with the tracking. Sylvester returned
three minutes later to meet Henry staring into the
computer in an agitated manner.
‘What’s wrong?’ Sylvester asked. ‘Did we get their
location’
Henry looked up into his face and shook his head in a
pitiful manner. ‘This time, not only the transmission to
the branch and regional offices was stopped, the
transmission to this head office and the country’s main
control point has been redirected.
Sylvester became dumb instantly, his legs began to shake,
he dragged a seat from the front of another computer
and sat on it before his legs failed him. His lips began to
tremble. Henry could perceive from his lips movement
that the man was complaining about his job. Henry
hissed and got up from his seat. He closed his eyes and
let out a deep breath through his mouth, he stared up to
the ceiling.
His mind began to wander around as he sympathised
with himself for his failure, the first major failure he
would encounter in his job as a software technician and
hacker. He wondered who could be brainbox in the
assassin team, pictures of his friends and top colleagues
in the same job began to roll into his mind, every of
them was now a suspect.
‘What do we do now? I don’t want to lose my job’
Sylvester manager m lamented, looking up at Henry.
Henry hissed and returned back to the seat behind the
computer, Sylvester’s eyes following him around. ‘Do
you think of anything else other than your job?’ Henry
slammed. ‘I mean, someone is in danger of being killed
now and you’re complaining about your job’
Sylvester took his gaze away shamefully. He got up slowly
and began to pace around. Henry picked his phone from
the table and dialed Dakolo.
~~~
‘Henry, I’m on my way to your office’ Dakolo said into
the phone as he hurried out of the police office building.
‘Sir, we couldn’t get the location or source and we lost
transmission too. The assassins must be on their way to
carry out their job’
‘D–n!’ Dakolo exclaimed, stamping his feet on the
ground. He turned back and climbed back the stairs into
the building. ‘You mean, even your head office has no
signal from the street cameras?’
‘No’ Henry replied in a very low tone.
‘Thanks’ Dakolo was about to cut the call.
‘Sir, I didn’t tell you before… ‘ Henry’s voice came up
suddenly again.
‘What?’ Dakolo said, heading for the computer room in
the building.
‘We don’t know if the attempt was made from Abuja,
there’s ninety five percent possibility that it could be in
another state’
‘S–t!’ Dakolo cursed as he opened the door to a large
open office, he stopped at the entrance. ‘And what do we
do now?’
‘Sir, I’ll get back to you when I get a solution’
Dakolo ended the call and walked in, closing the
transparent glass door behind. The open office which
serves over ten police officials had only two people in it
now, Ken and a computer operator. Majority did not
come to the office on Sunday and the few ones that
came had gone out to man the major entries and exits of
the town. Ken’s eyes followed Dakolo from the doorway
until he got close to them.
‘You’re not going again?’ Ken asked.
Dakolo shook his head in negative. He got to the table
and picked up a phone which he dropped before leaving.
‘Officer, call more officers from their homes to join you,
even the ones on leave and make sure that every team is
led by a senior officer. Let no sergeants or recruits head a
team’ Dakolo said into the phone.
‘We still have no signal from the NSCC’ Ken said to
Dakolo after the call was ended.
‘Forget that’ Dakolo dismissed it with a wave of the hand.
‘Even their head offices have no signal not clue of what is
happening on the streets’/
Dakolo dialed the IG’s number. ‘Sir… Yes sir, we are on it’
he replied to a question.
‘Sir, we need to give directives for officials to be deployed
in other states like we’ve done here, there’s no assurance
that the assassin group is attacking someone in Abuja’
Dakolo said, he kept quiet for some seconds to listen to
the reply before he continued. ‘There’s also need for
announcement to be made on all media platforms. We
should warn the public, so that they can report anything
suspicious immediately. Thank you sir’
Dakolo detached the gun from his belt side where it was.
‘We have to join the team now’ he said to Ken who
nodded in agreement.
‘Make a warning post on Twitter and Facebook’ Dakolo
said to the computer operator before walking away with
Ken.
+++++
‘Boss, where are we heading for?’ Cole asked for the fifth
time after receiving no answers to his previous attempts.
He was driving with Tarasha in the blue Toyota Camry
while Benny and Aisha were in the other vehicle, the mini
van.
‘Pull over’ Tarasha said calmly in somewhat like a
baritone voice. He obeyed and halted the car after
driving away from the tarred portion to the untarred
area which was close to the bush. Benny and Aisha joined
and halted the van few centimetres behind them.
Tarasha came out of the car after the engine was turned
off. The bright sunlight made her squint as she looked
around the area, she placed her palm above her eyes to
reduce the sun rays getting into it. After a brief eye
survey of the place, she bent to look inside the car.
‘Where are we?’ She asked Cole.
‘Ermm… Let me check’ he replied and took out his
phone, he released the seat belt and opened the door.
Tarasha continued her eye survey of the place. The heavy
breeze made her unzipped black hip-hop jacket and air
fly backwards. The sun intensity reduced as a brief cloud
covered it. Tarasha turned back to car and climbed the
bonnet to look over the thick bushes, she could see a
village hidden behind it. She came down and took out
her phone from her skinny black jeans. She dialed Chief
Gab’s number.
‘Good afternoon Chief’ she greeted.
‘Good afternoon’ Chief Gab answered, his voice sounded
like he had just woken up from sleep.
‘Chief, we need new accommodation urgently’ she broke
the news straight away.
‘Okay’ he said with a loud yawn. ‘I’ll call you back
tomorrow morning’
‘No Chief…’ She was saying when the call was cut. She
called back. ‘Chief, it’s urgent. We need the new
accommodation arranged in a matter of minutes’ she
said, half-shouting into the phone.
‘But why are you just telling me now?’
‘It’s urgent, we need the new accommodation urgently’
‘Where are you now?’ The Chief asked, sounding readier
to help.
‘Where are we?’ She took the phone off her ear and
whispered to Cole who was outside the car now and
leaning on the bonnet.
‘We are close to Baske village’ Cole replied.
‘Baske village’ Tarasha said into the phone.
‘Humm… Give me sometime, let me check what I can do’
Chief Gab replied. His tone reflected very little hope.
‘What next boss?’ Benny asked approaching them from
the back. Tarasha looked at him but replied with silence.
‘We can’t go any further, I’m sure we’ll soon come by a
police post if we continue’ she finally said after some
minutes of silence. Cole and Benny were already standing
in front of her where she sat on the boot.
Vehicles and fuel tankers drove by the road occasionally
as they waited in silence. Tarasha was still seated on the
boot, Aisha remained in the passenger’s seat of the van
while Cole and Benny walked around the place,
sightseeing and discussing among themselves. Tarasha’s
phone rang after seven minutes.
‘Did you drop anyone today?’ Chief Gab’s voice rang in
impatiently.
‘No, why?’ Tarasha was taken aback by the question.
‘The police are on the lookout for an assassin gang that’s
disrupted the cameras security system’ he replied.
‘I know, that’s why we need a new accommodation
urgently’
‘I’ll call you back’ the call ended again.
Tarasha came down from the boot. Cole and Benny had
come closer to hear the result of the conversation. ‘We
can’t sit idly like this, we’re going to be suspected soon’
she said to them
‘Yes, we were about to also tell you that. Travellers have
been staring at us and we don’t think that it is safe
especially as you said that we’re being monitored’
‘Why don’t you bring out some tools and act like we are
repairing the car’ Tarasha suggested, tapping the boot.
Benny and Cole nodded in agreement. Cole walked to the
driver’s side of the car to take the Boot’s key.
He returned with a slight frown on his face. ‘This method
ain’t gonna work for long, it would be suspicious if
people still see us here after several minutes’ he said
before opening the boot.
Tarasha nodded in agreement with him. ‘Just take out the
tools and start working’ she said. Her phone rang again.
‘Chief Gab’
‘Tarasha, the only place close to you where I have
another house is Asokoro’ Chief Gab said.
‘We’ll encounter the police if we are to drive back there’
she complained. Chief Gab was silent.
‘Okay’ Tarasha finally gave up. ‘Send the address and how
you want us to get into the house’ she ended the call.
She walked to Cole and Benny who were about to take
out a tyre. ‘Guys, we’re going to Asokoro’ she called, they
looked up. ‘You’ll remove the tyre and fix it back
immediately. That would give me enough time to prepare
‘I and Aisha would leave here in this car while two of you
would take the van. Before you follow us, you’ll get to the
village at the back of this bush and fill the space in the
van’s boot with firewood, that will hide our bags. There’ll
be a tracker on the car that’ll lead you to us’ she gave the
order and left them to continue working. She went to the
boot of the van and pulled out a bag, she took out some
makeup kits from the bag and entered into the driver’s
seat of the van.
Aisha was seated by the passenger’s side, sweating as a
result of the heat. ‘Dry your face and neck, you need to
disguise now’ she said to Aisha who was staring at her
anxiously.
Minutes later, Aisha face had changed into someone
else’s. Tarasha also added makeups, they took out female
handbags from the boot and they both looked like they
were coming from a party.
Tarasha and Aisha entered into the car after the men
were done fixing the tyre. They drove off and left the
men to carry their own cross.
~~~~~~~
5pm, same day
Dakolo, Henry and Sylvester stood in a large room,
staring into a screen on the wall in silence. Except for
their three chairs which they had abandoned behind to
stand closer to the screen, the white painted room was
empty of any other materials or furniture.
The large screen of 100cm by 150cm was inbuilt into the
wall, it was displaying a DVD selection menu of fifty
options, each showing the captured sections and parts of
the streets. From time to time, Sylvester would swipe up
the screen, revealing another different DVD selection
menu and they would look into it again. Occasionally,
they would see a violent or deadly scene as a part of the
options and select it, only for them to find out that the
police were already aware and in charge of such
situations.
They were beginning to get fed up but they remained
quiet in hope that they would find something useful.
After twenty five minutes of constant swiping and
changing, Henry was first to express his dissatisfaction.
He gave a slight hiss and returned to his seat, Sylvester
and Dakolo took a glance at him and turned back to face
the screen.
‘Don’t you think it’s a waste of time?’ Henry finally spoke,
making them turn their gazes at him. ‘There are still
hundreds of thousands options to see. How do you think
we won’t get weary watching all of them? Is it even
possible to watch all? It’s not! We can’t watch up to a
quarter of it.’
Dakolo moved back and sat on the seat beside Henry, still
looking at the screen.
‘They took off the signals for three hours and returned it
on their own will, it means that they must have finished
whatever they wanted to do’ Henry continued, he took
out an handkerchief and cleaned the water formed in his
eyes as a result of tiredness and several yawnings.
The day had been a bad one for Henry, it was the first
time he would experience such failure and defeat. Well, it
wasn’t really a failure, the program be created did not
fail, it had done the job he built it for only that those he
wanted to trap with it used an higher method.
‘I think you’re right’ Sylvester joined in, turning back
against the screen. ‘It’s better we leave it for the regional,
city and streets offices to monitor’
Sylvester faced the screen again and turned it off, he
picked a white board from the floor and covered the
screen with it, concealing it in a way that someone else
wouldn’t know that there was a screen there. He turned
and joined Dakolo and Henry, he sat on the third seat.
After some minutes of silence, Dakolo’s phone rang. He
answered the call and spoke with the caller for about two
minutes.
‘Another murder case has been reported, this time in
Benue state’ Dakolo said as he returned the phone into
his pocket. ‘But none of these murders have involves a
top profile person. Samantha Osman’s group always goes
for top citizens’
Henry and Sylvester listened without giving any response.
Dakolo turned his chair to face the both of them and
looked to their faces one after the other. ‘Tell me’ he
finally said, staring at Henry calmly. ‘What happened
today? I thought we had it in control already’
Henry wiped his face with his hand and licked his lips
heaving a sigh. He began to speak reluctantly, ‘we
thought we had it in control but they outsmarted us’
‘How?’ Dakolo asked, squeezing his face.
‘The ware I developed was meant to locate them when
they intercept our transmission again and to be able to
retrieve the transmission’ Henry began to explain. ‘But
they did not intercept our transmission this time, they
stopped at trying and did something else’
Dakolo narrowed his gaze. ‘What did they do?’
‘They halted the whole system operations’ Henry stated.
‘Previously, they would only redirect the transmission of
the area under attack from our server but what they did
today was different. They crashed the whole process. All
the street security cameras in the nation did not work for
three hours’
Dakolo’s mouth was left agape as he let out a deep breath
and shook his head. ‘Unbelievable, an assassin group is
terrorizing a whole nation’ he exclaimed.
‘We underestimated the technical power of this assassin
group. They are very intelligent and always ready. I
believe they have several alternatives, so when we block a
way, another way is opened immediately’ Henry
lamented.
‘I didn’t underestimate them’ Dakolo spoke slowly after
some brief seconds of silence. ‘I always knew they were
technical giants. I once asserted in a meeting that their
technical ability was far greater than their physical
abilities and artillery. But nevertheless, something has to
be done to stop this deadly group.
‘We still need to do more work. And I mean more serious
work. The assassin group is far ahead of our team’
Dakolo narrowed his gaze at Henry. He didn’t believe that
there could be someone who was ahead of Henry in
respect to hacking and software engineering in Nigeria.
He smiled briefly. ‘So you mean someone can be ahead
of you in hacking?’
Henry stared at him for a while. ‘Yes, there are lots of
people that could be ahead of me, they’ve not just been
given a voice like I’ve been. They’ve not been discovered.
And by the way, I just started work in the NSCC few
weeks ago’
‘It’s okay’ Dakolo cleaned his face with an handkerchief.
‘So what’s the way forward now? The NSCC plays a major
role in the nation’s security’
‘What we need to do is to be ahead of the group. We
need to block all their possible ways’
‘How do you intend to do that?’
‘We need more hands’ Henry stated.
‘More hands?’
‘Yes, we need more programmers to join us. More ideas
from experts are needed. I believe a combination of
several expert ethical hackers and programmers would
form a formidable team against the assassin group’
Henry expatiated.
‘Huh?’ Sylvester who had been listening in silence joined
in.
‘Yes Mr Sylvester. The NSCC needs to hire more hands.’
‘But…’Sylvester stammered. ‘We hired you because of
this, we are expected to have produced results’
‘We’ve produced results sir’ Henry retorted, turning his
focus to Sylvester, it was Dakolo’s turn to be silent now.
‘We’ve produced results, but the assassin group’s result
seems to be far greater than ours’
‘D–n! There’s no way we can hire more people now, the
government is not releasing enough funds to us’
‘Then you have to convince them to release more to you
because we need more hands to make this work’ Henry
continued with confidence. ‘You can’t employ me as one
man and expect me to tackle a group, an expert assassin
group at that. And furthermore, we need to be on the
attacking side and not defence. We need to develop bugs
to attack their operations. If all we do is keep making
ways to defend their attacks, they’ll keep changing their
mode of attack.’
Sylvester’s phone interrupted with its loud ring tone. He
took out his phone hurriedly to end the call but had to
calm down when he saw the caller’s ID.
‘It’s Sir Rikau’ he whispered to Henry and Dakolo, gasping
lightly. He stood up from his seat and walked closer to
the door to answer the call. He returned to the seat a
minute later. His countenance had changed.
‘So who are those you want us to hire? Can you give us
names of experts? We need to contact them by
tomorrow’ Sylvester cut into their discussion.
Henry and Dakolo were surprised at his sudden change
of heart. It looked like the phone call had done a miracle.
‘You want to get in touch with them as soon as
tomorrow?’ Henry asked again to be sure of what he
heard.
‘Yes, is that not what you suggested?’ Sylvester answered
with a rhetorical question. ‘See, the IG just called now
and he told me that I’ll be having a meeting with the
President and other security staffs this Friday. I need to
present tangible results, else I may lose my job’
Henry could not hold his laughter at Sylvester’s mention
of ‘job’ again. ‘So it’s about losing your job again?’
‘No o, we just have to find a solution to this problem’
Henry shook his head, unconvinced by Sylvester’s words.
He began to think of expert hackers who could be called
on immediately, those who were creative enough. His
mind suddenly drifted to Omotara again, he
remembered how she cloned the Canadian number; that
was something that he himself could not do perfectly,
that means she or the person who did it for her was a
sort of a good hacker, although unethical.
He hoped that it was Omotara who cloned the number
by herself, that would also give him the opportunity to
help her get her decent job and make her be of more use
to the nation.
~~~
8pm
There was nothing much to do in the new Lodge in
Asokoro. Although it was a flat with three rooms like the
previous one, it was moderner, finer, more comfortable
and neater. It hadn’t been deserted for long also, the
rooms were also larger and air conditioned. All they did
was to remove the cobwebs from the walls, sweep and
mop the tiled floors, Tarasha and Aisha took care of the
cleaning while Benny and Cole went to dispose off the
firewoods they had bought to escape.
After all was done, Tarasha sat in the living room on the
three seater black leather sofa, her both legs placed on
the chair while her back rested on the right armrest. Her
laptop was on her laps, she was gathering information
about their new targets.
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Episode 58
~~~~~~~~~
Tarasha removed the bag on her back and returned to
the sofa. She took out her own laptop and turned it on.
She looked into Cole’s laptop again as she waited for hers
to complete the booting process. She smiled lightly.
Whoever had helped tightened the cameras security
system had done a good job but still had more work to
do. Her laptop was on, she clicked on the start button
and selected the “run” process. The “run window” came
up. She typed in a code. “Nef-Tar-diag-falc.” After some
seconds of loading, the whole computer system display
changed and another window popped up, requesting for
a password. She typed in the password and the window
closed. In just few minutes, she had swapped from the
windows operating system to a personal operating
system created by herself.
‘Go get the rest of the team, get the bags into the car’
Tarasha said to Cole who was staring into the screen in
awe. Cole closed his laptop and got up immediately. ‘You
guys should also get your guns ready, we’ll take out
anyone that tries to stop or monitor us, even if it’s
someone we only suspect’ she added before Cole began
to move.
‘That includes Henry’ she added again. Cole paused and
turned to look at her. ‘Kill him if he ever comes your way
again’ she stared into his eyes and reiterated. Cole turned
and proceeded to the rooms.
Tarasha continued with her work on the laptop. In two
minutes time, Aisha and Benny came out with their
luggages. Cole also followed behind, he picked the Boss’
box and carried it with him outside the building.
~~~
Henry walked in hurriedly into the NSCC head office, he
headed straight for Mr Sylvester’s office without waiting
to greet or respond to anybody’s greeting. He entered the
office without knocking. Sylvester was looking into the a
computer with another technician. Henry sat on the
visitors seat and turned the second computer which was
on Mr Sylvester’s table to himself. He clicked open the
software to check the status.
‘Let’s go to the control room’ he said and got up from
the seat. Sylvester and the other technician followed him.
They proceeded out of the office and headed for the
control room.
‘When exactly was the attempt made?’ Henry asked as he
opened the door to the control room. The control room
was brightened up with yellow bulbs, there were twelve
desktops neatly arranged on three rows. An operator sat
on the third row behind the main control system, he got
up on sighting Henry and Sylvester coming towards him.
‘The first attempt was by 12.46pm, three other attempts
have been made after that’ Sylvester replied. Henry gave
Sylvester an eye signal to send out the two our
technicians.
‘You can wait outside’ Sylvester said to the technicians
and they left reluctantly.
Henry sat behind the main system and began to type on
the keyboard hurriedly. ‘So what locations were spotted?’
Henry asked. Sylvester stood by his side with a hand
placed on the table as he looked into the screen.
‘No location was spotted’ Sylvester replied. ‘It didn’t not
show any point, direction or even distance’
Henry looked into his face, surprised. ‘What do you
mean?’ He questioned with a frown and turned back to
the screen slowly. Sylvester gave no reply since Henry
was almost finding out himself.
‘No, this can’t be’ Henry shook his head in disbelief and
frustration. He was disappointed with the result displayed
by the software. ‘This can’t be’
‘What?’ Sylvester asked softly.
‘Who else apart from the both of us is aware of this new
software?’
‘None, except for Agent Dakolo’
Henry hurriedly brought out his phone. Dakolo’s call was
coming in at the right time. ‘Hello sir’
‘Hello Henry, have you been able to determine the
location and source?’ Dakolo questioned.
‘No’ Henry said flatly. ‘There was an attempt but they did
not break in.’ Dakolo gave no response, his intake of
breath from the other side was heard by Henry.
‘Sir, did you tell anyone about the new software I made
yesterday?’ Henry added another question.
‘No, why?’
‘They didn’t fall into the trap. It’s like the person behind
the security attack somehow knew that his location
would be revealed and did not complete the last step’
‘But you guys got the alarm?’
‘Yes. Sir’
‘So what do you think it is?’
‘I…’ The warning alarm tone began to ring out again from
all the computer systems in the room. ‘S–t! I’ll call you
back sir’
‘I’m coming over’ Dakolo said before Henry ended the
call.
A new attempt had been made again. Sylvester turned to
silence the alarms on the other computers while Henry
got himself busy with the tracking. Sylvester returned
three minutes later to meet Henry staring into the
computer in an agitated manner.
‘What’s wrong?’ Sylvester asked. ‘Did we get their
location’
Henry looked up into his face and shook his head in a
pitiful manner. ‘This time, not only the transmission to
the branch and regional offices was stopped, the
transmission to this head office and the country’s main
control point has been redirected.
Sylvester became dumb instantly, his legs began to shake,
he dragged a seat from the front of another computer
and sat on it before his legs failed him. His lips began to
tremble. Henry could perceive from his lips movement
that the man was complaining about his job. Henry
hissed and got up from his seat. He closed his eyes and
let out a deep breath through his mouth, he stared up to
the ceiling.
His mind began to wander around as he sympathised
with himself for his failure, the first major failure he
would encounter in his job as a software technician and
hacker. He wondered who could be brainbox in the
assassin team, pictures of his friends and top colleagues
in the same job began to roll into his mind, every of
them was now a suspect.
‘What do we do now? I don’t want to lose my job’
Sylvester manager m lamented, looking up at Henry.
Henry hissed and returned back to the seat behind the
computer, Sylvester’s eyes following him around. ‘Do
you think of anything else other than your job?’ Henry
slammed. ‘I mean, someone is in danger of being killed
now and you’re complaining about your job’
Sylvester took his gaze away shamefully. He got up slowly
and began to pace around. Henry picked his phone from
the table and dialed Dakolo.
~~~
‘Henry, I’m on my way to your office’ Dakolo said into
the phone as he hurried out of the police office building.
‘Sir, we couldn’t get the location or source and we lost
transmission too. The assassins must be on their way to
carry out their job’
‘D–n!’ Dakolo exclaimed, stamping his feet on the
ground. He turned back and climbed back the stairs into
the building. ‘You mean, even your head office has no
signal from the street cameras?’
‘No’ Henry replied in a very low tone.
‘Thanks’ Dakolo was about to cut the call.
‘Sir, I didn’t tell you before… ‘ Henry’s voice came up
suddenly again.
‘What?’ Dakolo said, heading for the computer room in
the building.
‘We don’t know if the attempt was made from Abuja,
there’s ninety five percent possibility that it could be in
another state’
‘S–t!’ Dakolo cursed as he opened the door to a large
open office, he stopped at the entrance. ‘And what do we
do now?’
‘Sir, I’ll get back to you when I get a solution’
Dakolo ended the call and walked in, closing the
transparent glass door behind. The open office which
serves over ten police officials had only two people in it
now, Ken and a computer operator. Majority did not
come to the office on Sunday and the few ones that
came had gone out to man the major entries and exits of
the town. Ken’s eyes followed Dakolo from the doorway
until he got close to them.
‘You’re not going again?’ Ken asked.
Dakolo shook his head in negative. He got to the table
and picked up a phone which he dropped before leaving.
‘Officer, call more officers from their homes to join you,
even the ones on leave and make sure that every team is
led by a senior officer. Let no sergeants or recruits head a
team’ Dakolo said into the phone.
‘We still have no signal from the NSCC’ Ken said to
Dakolo after the call was ended.
‘Forget that’ Dakolo dismissed it with a wave of the hand.
‘Even their head offices have no signal not clue of what is
happening on the streets’/
Dakolo dialed the IG’s number. ‘Sir… Yes sir, we are on it’
he replied to a question.
‘Sir, we need to give directives for officials to be deployed
in other states like we’ve done here, there’s no assurance
that the assassin group is attacking someone in Abuja’
Dakolo said, he kept quiet for some seconds to listen to
the reply before he continued. ‘There’s also need for
announcement to be made on all media platforms. We
should warn the public, so that they can report anything
suspicious immediately. Thank you sir’
Dakolo detached the gun from his belt side where it was.
‘We have to join the team now’ he said to Ken who
nodded in agreement.
‘Make a warning post on Twitter and Facebook’ Dakolo
said to the computer operator before walking away with
Ken.
+++++
‘Boss, where are we heading for?’ Cole asked for the fifth
time after receiving no answers to his previous attempts.
He was driving with Tarasha in the blue Toyota Camry
while Benny and Aisha were in the other vehicle, the mini
van.
‘Pull over’ Tarasha said calmly in somewhat like a
baritone voice. He obeyed and halted the car after
driving away from the tarred portion to the untarred
area which was close to the bush. Benny and Aisha joined
and halted the van few centimetres behind them.
Tarasha came out of the car after the engine was turned
off. The bright sunlight made her squint as she looked
around the area, she placed her palm above her eyes to
reduce the sun rays getting into it. After a brief eye
survey of the place, she bent to look inside the car.
‘Where are we?’ She asked Cole.
‘Ermm… Let me check’ he replied and took out his
phone, he released the seat belt and opened the door.
Tarasha continued her eye survey of the place. The heavy
breeze made her unzipped black hip-hop jacket and air
fly backwards. The sun intensity reduced as a brief cloud
covered it. Tarasha turned back to car and climbed the
bonnet to look over the thick bushes, she could see a
village hidden behind it. She came down and took out
her phone from her skinny black jeans. She dialed Chief
Gab’s number.
‘Good afternoon Chief’ she greeted.
‘Good afternoon’ Chief Gab answered, his voice sounded
like he had just woken up from sleep.
‘Chief, we need new accommodation urgently’ she broke
the news straight away.
‘Okay’ he said with a loud yawn. ‘I’ll call you back
tomorrow morning’
‘No Chief…’ She was saying when the call was cut. She
called back. ‘Chief, it’s urgent. We need the new
accommodation arranged in a matter of minutes’ she
said, half-shouting into the phone.
‘But why are you just telling me now?’
‘It’s urgent, we need the new accommodation urgently’
‘Where are you now?’ The Chief asked, sounding readier
to help.
‘Where are we?’ She took the phone off her ear and
whispered to Cole who was outside the car now and
leaning on the bonnet.
‘We are close to Baske village’ Cole replied.
‘Baske village’ Tarasha said into the phone.
‘Humm… Give me sometime, let me check what I can do’
Chief Gab replied. His tone reflected very little hope.
‘What next boss?’ Benny asked approaching them from
the back. Tarasha looked at him but replied with silence.
‘We can’t go any further, I’m sure we’ll soon come by a
police post if we continue’ she finally said after some
minutes of silence. Cole and Benny were already standing
in front of her where she sat on the boot.
Vehicles and fuel tankers drove by the road occasionally
as they waited in silence. Tarasha was still seated on the
boot, Aisha remained in the passenger’s seat of the van
while Cole and Benny walked around the place,
sightseeing and discussing among themselves. Tarasha’s
phone rang after seven minutes.
‘Did you drop anyone today?’ Chief Gab’s voice rang in
impatiently.
‘No, why?’ Tarasha was taken aback by the question.
‘The police are on the lookout for an assassin gang that’s
disrupted the cameras security system’ he replied.
‘I know, that’s why we need a new accommodation
urgently’
‘I’ll call you back’ the call ended again.
Tarasha came down from the boot. Cole and Benny had
come closer to hear the result of the conversation. ‘We
can’t sit idly like this, we’re going to be suspected soon’
she said to them
‘Yes, we were about to also tell you that. Travellers have
been staring at us and we don’t think that it is safe
especially as you said that we’re being monitored’
‘Why don’t you bring out some tools and act like we are
repairing the car’ Tarasha suggested, tapping the boot.
Benny and Cole nodded in agreement. Cole walked to the
driver’s side of the car to take the Boot’s key.
He returned with a slight frown on his face. ‘This method
ain’t gonna work for long, it would be suspicious if
people still see us here after several minutes’ he said
before opening the boot.
Tarasha nodded in agreement with him. ‘Just take out the
tools and start working’ she said. Her phone rang again.
‘Chief Gab’
‘Tarasha, the only place close to you where I have
another house is Asokoro’ Chief Gab said.
‘We’ll encounter the police if we are to drive back there’
she complained. Chief Gab was silent.
‘Okay’ Tarasha finally gave up. ‘Send the address and how
you want us to get into the house’ she ended the call.
She walked to Cole and Benny who were about to take
out a tyre. ‘Guys, we’re going to Asokoro’ she called, they
looked up. ‘You’ll remove the tyre and fix it back
immediately. That would give me enough time to prepare
‘I and Aisha would leave here in this car while two of you
would take the van. Before you follow us, you’ll get to the
village at the back of this bush and fill the space in the
van’s boot with firewood, that will hide our bags. There’ll
be a tracker on the car that’ll lead you to us’ she gave the
order and left them to continue working. She went to the
boot of the van and pulled out a bag, she took out some
makeup kits from the bag and entered into the driver’s
seat of the van.
Aisha was seated by the passenger’s side, sweating as a
result of the heat. ‘Dry your face and neck, you need to
disguise now’ she said to Aisha who was staring at her
anxiously.
Minutes later, Aisha face had changed into someone
else’s. Tarasha also added makeups, they took out female
handbags from the boot and they both looked like they
were coming from a party.
Tarasha and Aisha entered into the car after the men
were done fixing the tyre. They drove off and left the
men to carry their own cross.
~~~~~~~
5pm, same day
Dakolo, Henry and Sylvester stood in a large room,
staring into a screen on the wall in silence. Except for
their three chairs which they had abandoned behind to
stand closer to the screen, the white painted room was
empty of any other materials or furniture.
The large screen of 100cm by 150cm was inbuilt into the
wall, it was displaying a DVD selection menu of fifty
options, each showing the captured sections and parts of
the streets. From time to time, Sylvester would swipe up
the screen, revealing another different DVD selection
menu and they would look into it again. Occasionally,
they would see a violent or deadly scene as a part of the
options and select it, only for them to find out that the
police were already aware and in charge of such
situations.
They were beginning to get fed up but they remained
quiet in hope that they would find something useful.
After twenty five minutes of constant swiping and
changing, Henry was first to express his dissatisfaction.
He gave a slight hiss and returned to his seat, Sylvester
and Dakolo took a glance at him and turned back to face
the screen.
‘Don’t you think it’s a waste of time?’ Henry finally spoke,
making them turn their gazes at him. ‘There are still
hundreds of thousands options to see. How do you think
we won’t get weary watching all of them? Is it even
possible to watch all? It’s not! We can’t watch up to a
quarter of it.’
Dakolo moved back and sat on the seat beside Henry, still
looking at the screen.
‘They took off the signals for three hours and returned it
on their own will, it means that they must have finished
whatever they wanted to do’ Henry continued, he took
out an handkerchief and cleaned the water formed in his
eyes as a result of tiredness and several yawnings.
The day had been a bad one for Henry, it was the first
time he would experience such failure and defeat. Well, it
wasn’t really a failure, the program be created did not
fail, it had done the job he built it for only that those he
wanted to trap with it used an higher method.
‘I think you’re right’ Sylvester joined in, turning back
against the screen. ‘It’s better we leave it for the regional,
city and streets offices to monitor’
Sylvester faced the screen again and turned it off, he
picked a white board from the floor and covered the
screen with it, concealing it in a way that someone else
wouldn’t know that there was a screen there. He turned
and joined Dakolo and Henry, he sat on the third seat.
After some minutes of silence, Dakolo’s phone rang. He
answered the call and spoke with the caller for about two
minutes.
‘Another murder case has been reported, this time in
Benue state’ Dakolo said as he returned the phone into
his pocket. ‘But none of these murders have involves a
top profile person. Samantha Osman’s group always goes
for top citizens’
Henry and Sylvester listened without giving any response.
Dakolo turned his chair to face the both of them and
looked to their faces one after the other. ‘Tell me’ he
finally said, staring at Henry calmly. ‘What happened
today? I thought we had it in control already’
Henry wiped his face with his hand and licked his lips
heaving a sigh. He began to speak reluctantly, ‘we
thought we had it in control but they outsmarted us’
‘How?’ Dakolo asked, squeezing his face.
‘The ware I developed was meant to locate them when
they intercept our transmission again and to be able to
retrieve the transmission’ Henry began to explain. ‘But
they did not intercept our transmission this time, they
stopped at trying and did something else’
Dakolo narrowed his gaze. ‘What did they do?’
‘They halted the whole system operations’ Henry stated.
‘Previously, they would only redirect the transmission of
the area under attack from our server but what they did
today was different. They crashed the whole process. All
the street security cameras in the nation did not work for
three hours’
Dakolo’s mouth was left agape as he let out a deep breath
and shook his head. ‘Unbelievable, an assassin group is
terrorizing a whole nation’ he exclaimed.
‘We underestimated the technical power of this assassin
group. They are very intelligent and always ready. I
believe they have several alternatives, so when we block a
way, another way is opened immediately’ Henry
lamented.
‘I didn’t underestimate them’ Dakolo spoke slowly after
some brief seconds of silence. ‘I always knew they were
technical giants. I once asserted in a meeting that their
technical ability was far greater than their physical
abilities and artillery. But nevertheless, something has to
be done to stop this deadly group.
‘We still need to do more work. And I mean more serious
work. The assassin group is far ahead of our team’
Dakolo narrowed his gaze at Henry. He didn’t believe that
there could be someone who was ahead of Henry in
respect to hacking and software engineering in Nigeria.
He smiled briefly. ‘So you mean someone can be ahead
of you in hacking?’
Henry stared at him for a while. ‘Yes, there are lots of
people that could be ahead of me, they’ve not just been
given a voice like I’ve been. They’ve not been discovered.
And by the way, I just started work in the NSCC few
weeks ago’
‘It’s okay’ Dakolo cleaned his face with an handkerchief.
‘So what’s the way forward now? The NSCC plays a major
role in the nation’s security’
‘What we need to do is to be ahead of the group. We
need to block all their possible ways’
‘How do you intend to do that?’
‘We need more hands’ Henry stated.
‘More hands?’
‘Yes, we need more programmers to join us. More ideas
from experts are needed. I believe a combination of
several expert ethical hackers and programmers would
form a formidable team against the assassin group’
Henry expatiated.
‘Huh?’ Sylvester who had been listening in silence joined
in.
‘Yes Mr Sylvester. The NSCC needs to hire more hands.’
‘But…’Sylvester stammered. ‘We hired you because of
this, we are expected to have produced results’
‘We’ve produced results sir’ Henry retorted, turning his
focus to Sylvester, it was Dakolo’s turn to be silent now.
‘We’ve produced results, but the assassin group’s result
seems to be far greater than ours’
‘D–n! There’s no way we can hire more people now, the
government is not releasing enough funds to us’
‘Then you have to convince them to release more to you
because we need more hands to make this work’ Henry
continued with confidence. ‘You can’t employ me as one
man and expect me to tackle a group, an expert assassin
group at that. And furthermore, we need to be on the
attacking side and not defence. We need to develop bugs
to attack their operations. If all we do is keep making
ways to defend their attacks, they’ll keep changing their
mode of attack.’
Sylvester’s phone interrupted with its loud ring tone. He
took out his phone hurriedly to end the call but had to
calm down when he saw the caller’s ID.
‘It’s Sir Rikau’ he whispered to Henry and Dakolo, gasping
lightly. He stood up from his seat and walked closer to
the door to answer the call. He returned to the seat a
minute later. His countenance had changed.
‘So who are those you want us to hire? Can you give us
names of experts? We need to contact them by
tomorrow’ Sylvester cut into their discussion.
Henry and Dakolo were surprised at his sudden change
of heart. It looked like the phone call had done a miracle.
‘You want to get in touch with them as soon as
tomorrow?’ Henry asked again to be sure of what he
heard.
‘Yes, is that not what you suggested?’ Sylvester answered
with a rhetorical question. ‘See, the IG just called now
and he told me that I’ll be having a meeting with the
President and other security staffs this Friday. I need to
present tangible results, else I may lose my job’
Henry could not hold his laughter at Sylvester’s mention
of ‘job’ again. ‘So it’s about losing your job again?’
‘No o, we just have to find a solution to this problem’
Henry shook his head, unconvinced by Sylvester’s words.
He began to think of expert hackers who could be called
on immediately, those who were creative enough. His
mind suddenly drifted to Omotara again, he
remembered how she cloned the Canadian number; that
was something that he himself could not do perfectly,
that means she or the person who did it for her was a
sort of a good hacker, although unethical.
He hoped that it was Omotara who cloned the number
by herself, that would also give him the opportunity to
help her get her decent job and make her be of more use
to the nation.
~~~
8pm
There was nothing much to do in the new Lodge in
Asokoro. Although it was a flat with three rooms like the
previous one, it was moderner, finer, more comfortable
and neater. It hadn’t been deserted for long also, the
rooms were also larger and air conditioned. All they did
was to remove the cobwebs from the walls, sweep and
mop the tiled floors, Tarasha and Aisha took care of the
cleaning while Benny and Cole went to dispose off the
firewoods they had bought to escape.
After all was done, Tarasha sat in the living room on the
three seater black leather sofa, her both legs placed on
the chair while her back rested on the right armrest. Her
laptop was on her laps, she was gathering information
about their new targets.
Episode 59
**Monday morning** 5am Tarasha was laying on the giant sized bed, the pillow under her arm as she stared into her tablet device, studying the information she had gathered the last night. She had gotten so much already about the targets, their jobs, investments and family, all that remained now was to plot the best way to carry out their murder. This time she planned for it to be neater than the previous jobs. She turned off the device and turned to face the ceiling, putting the pillow under her head. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Nasiru Attahiru, the Senate president who was also a business tycoon had three major companies in Nigeria and several other branches in other African countries. He had a cement factory, a large cocoa plantation; the largest in the country and an Agro products factory. He had three children, Fatima, Aisha and Kamal who were all schooling in the United States. His wife was also a business woman who travels out of the country on regular intervals. He had several houses; one in Abuja, three in his hometown, Katsina , one in Lagos and many others in different parts of the country and in Africa. He had a mother who he held in very high esteem. She recently celebrated her seventy fifth birthday and it was reported that he spent money lavishly in honouring his mother and entertaining all the guests that were in attendance. He had only one sibling, a younger brother who was also a businessman though not as successful as he was but was doing well enough to fend for himself and his family and also live comfortably. Elvis Richards, the vice President was a greatly feared and at the same time loved in the nation. As a result of his great contribution towards curbing the crime rate in the nation and bringing the country’s security to a dependable level, he earned respect from several countries and world leaders. He was also known for his intelligence and wisdom; he was never outsmarted in anyway. He had three children also, James, Nathaniel and Vivian. His first son James had gone into the police force like him and was gradually growing in rank while Nathaniel his second son was the director in an oil company. The only girl and last born Vivian, was a hip-hop artiste who had several hits across the nation and regions beyond. His wife was late, she died two years ago after suffering several years from b—-t cancer. Elvis was brought up by a single mother in a poor home. His father who used to be a politician was thrown in prison before he was born, after several of his political enemies had come together and plotted against him for his unshaken honesty and incorruptibility. The man was subjected to serious hardship and labour in prison, he was later found dead after few weeks. His wife who was a foreigner and had forsaken her country and family to marry him was left to bring up the boy alone after all the father’s properties had been seized by the court. He finished his primary education easily through scholarship that was provided by the government of his state but had to stop schooling for some years after primary six. But he was desperate to survive especially when he heard about how his father died and those who caused the death. He was also desperate to continue schooling and become successful. He left his mother’s home at a very tender age to live under the bridge, there he learnt the very harsh lifestyle. He started with hawking sachet water by the road and later graduated to selling beef roll and plastic bottled soft drinks. He also involved himself in petty thefts at times and was arrested by the police on several occasions; they always had to release him because of his age and because no one was coming for him. From the little money he made, he was able to enroll himself for evening classes which he did for three years after which he wrote the university entrance exam and passed after the second attempt. Elvis’s strong will and determination to survive continued to push him forward. After he graduated from school, he joined the police force in determination to pursue and ensure that the perpetrators of the crime against his father. But he discovered that it wasn’t possible because of the rot in the system. He lost his desire and will to fight back. He was now influenced and corrupted by the system, since he couldn’t fight them, he began to live by their rules. Tarasha got up from the bed and began to take off her night gown, it was time for morning exercise. ~~~ Henry stopped and turned to face the opposite side in front of the old gate before turning off the engine. He took off his seat belt and opened the door. He took out his phone and dialed Jefa’s phone number. ‘Hello sir’ he spoke as Jefa answered his call. ‘Are you there now?’ Jefa’s asked anxiously. ‘Yes but I’ve not gotten into the house. I’ll call you when I’m with her. Just pray that everything goes well’ Henry answered. He spoke for another few seconds before the call ended. Then he stepped out of the car and began to walk towards the gate. He stopped in front of the gate, it was properly closed unlike the way it was the day before. He stared around for a while, it looked like something had changed. He didn’t know what it was. He pushed the gate open and walked in, the compound seemed different, he couldn’t tell what was amiss. He shrugged and continued walking further, undisturbed. Nothing was going to stop his excitement, the excitement of breaking the news of a new job to Omotara. He hoped that she would appreciate it and that he would be able to totally convince her to totally leave her job as a fraudster. He also had plans for all her accomplices, with his reputation he could get a job for everyone of them no matter what qualification they held. He was positive that Omotara would accept his idea especially when she hears about the handsome pay attached to it. He stepped on the balcony, that was when he realized what had changed in the compound. He turned back, the two vehicles he had met there the day before were no longer there, his heart skipped a beat. Does that mean that Omotara had left the house? He proceeded to the day immediately with curiosity. He began to knock. After knocking several times without getting an answer, he started to call out her name, he got no reply also. He touched the door knob and it opened, revealing that it wasn’t locked before. He walked into the living room, it was devoid of any living thing. ‘Omotara’ he called repeatedly as he walked towards the room section. He entered into the first room, it was empty apart from the furniture in it. Same as the second and third rooms, they only had the beds and wardrobes in them, it was obvious that Omotara had left the place with her team. He ran his fingers into his hair, frustrated. He had lost her again.
Cole the pressed navigation button and gradually began
to pull over to the small space left beside the buses
parked in front of the motor park. He halted beside a
white bus and killed the engine. He took off the seat belt
and took a glance at Tarasha to get the next instruction.
‘Go into the park and make enquiries on what it takes to
hire a good car to Katsina’ she said to him as she also
took off her seat belt. He opened the door and stepped
out at once. He paused and took a look at the big sign
board again, Rasmag Transport.
He returned eight minutes later with a paper in his hands,
he handed it over to Tarasha.
‘It’s fifty thousand naira to hire a fully air conditioned
car’ he explained to her. ‘And we have to book at least
five hours before the movement time so that the car can
be prepared for us’
‘It’s okay’she replied as she folded the paper and tucked
it into her front jacket pocket.
‘Boss’ Cole called as he put back on the seat belt. ‘Why
don’t we book a flight instead? It’ll be less stressful and
faster’ he suggested.
‘It’s not an emergency journey, so we don’t need to get
there fast’ Tarasha answered him. ‘It’ll give us more
stress trying to smuggle in weapons into the plane’
Cole nodded thoughtfully in agreement, he wasn’t
thinking that the traveler would need weapons. He
started the car engine and turned on the radio before
reversing the car out of its parking space.
“…interested programmers and developers should send
in their CVs to nscc@nomail.com ‘ a female presenter’s
voice came up as they drove off. ‘I repeat once again, the
NSCC has urgent vacancies to be occupied this week,
interested programmers and developers should send in
their CVs to nscc@mail.com , as soon as possible”
“You know Funke” a male’s voice joined in. ‘The
vacancies are really urgent, considering the way the
nation’s activities were brought to a stand still yesterday
because the security cameras stopped working’
‘Yeah, but it wasn’t really because the security cameras
failed, it was because of the fright that the notorious
assassin group of Samantha Osman was believed to have
initiated the failure’ the lady added.
‘Yes, that’s true. But no case of assassination by the group
have been reported yet, it was just something like a false
alarm. Maybe something happened wrong with the NSCC
machines and procedure and they thought that it was
being tampered with again by Samantha Osman’
‘Yeah… That just buttresses the fact that the NSCC needs
more capable hands, they …’ On and on the presenters
continued their talk.
~~~~
‘Mr Henry’ Sylvester called as Henry walked past the
reception, heading for his office. Henry waited and
turned to answer him. ‘How far with the person you went
for?’ Sylvester asked, extending his hand to Henry for an
handshake.
‘I didn’t meet her’ Henry replied and they began to walk
together towards his office.
‘Don’t you have her phone number?’ Sylvester
questioned.
‘I don’t have her contact’ Henry said as they walked into
the corridor leading to his office.
Sylvester remained quiet for a while, wondering why
Henry was looking so distraught and answering him
lifelessly. ‘Who is this lady?’ Sylvester asked as Henry
opened the door.
‘She’s a programmer’ Henry answered. He opened the
door and allowed Sylvester in first after which he
followed behind and shut the door. He turned on the air
conditioner and light before going to sit down.
‘I mean who is the lady to you?’ Sylvester asked again
after he was settled.
‘She’s a friend’ Henry replied in a very low voice. .
‘Then why don’t you have her phone number?’
‘You won’t understand’ Henry replied as he took out two
laptops under his table.
Sylvester shrugged. ‘Well, we’ve gotten some CVs
submitted already. The total CVs we have numbers up to
nine already’
‘Have you checked them?’
‘Not all, but I forwarded them to your mail’
‘Okay.’ Henry busied himself with his laptop for few
minutes while Sylvester also took the second laptop and
began to work on it.
‘I’m downloading the first five attachments, you work on
the remaining ones’ Henry said.
After fifteen minutes of proper scrutinization, three out
of the nine were picked, two from Sylvester and one
from Henry.
‘Send letters to these people immediately, invite them for
an interview by three pm tomorrow’ Henry said, closing
his laptop.
‘Why three pm?’ Sylvester questioned.
‘I think one or two of them would be traveling, so we
should give them enough time to travel’
‘It’s okay’
~~~
Dakolo sat quietly in his new office, studying the
documents on his table. He had been able to confirm the
claim of his colleagues about the good use of arms by the
assassin gang through the doctors reports on the bodies
of those that were killed in the event centre. He could
also tell from the reports that an insider was involved in
helping the gang.
He looked up as a knock sounded on his door. ‘Come in’
he said into the megaphone.
Inspector Ken walked in briskly and took the visitor’s seat
in front of the table. He dropped a document on the
table. ‘Here’s the report from the ball test’ he said.
‘Which ball?’ Dakolo raised his eyebrows.
‘The one that was launched in to release the gas that
made the people faint’
‘It was a ball?’ Dakolo questioned, taking the documents
from Ken.
‘Yes, it was’
‘Do we have the pictures?’
‘Yes, it’s in there’ Ken took the document from him and
opened to the page where the picture was.
‘This?’ Dakolo asked in surprise, staring at the picture.
‘Yes’
‘This is a grenade ball’ Dakolo stated boldly.
‘It looks like but it isn’t. The ball contains something else
entirely, a strange gas’ Ken corrected. ‘Just read the
report and see for yourself’
Dakolo let out a deep breath and began to read silently.
Often times he would look up and stare into Ken’s face,
whenever he read a surprising truth. He looked up finally
after ten minutes.
‘Here’s a strong proof that Chief Jubril’s assassination was
carried out by Samantha Osman’s group’ he said. ‘This
unknown compound is always used by the gang, the ball
also contains it. But the major constituents are tear gas
elements’
‘Which unknown compound are you talking about?’
‘It’s an unknown compound which was discovered to be
used in the previous two assassination. In the first one, it
was used to put three police officers to sleep after which
their car was hijacked, their uniforms were also stolen
and the car was driven into the minister’s compound to
carry out the killing. In the second assassination, it was
also used to put to sleep some of the other people in the
plane’
‘Now, it is here also?’
‘Yes, this analysis of the substance is the same we got
from the forensic teams in Port Harcourt and Lagos’
‘Wow! Or is it the same with the substance found in the
US investigation today?’ Ken asked with inquisitiveness in
his eyes. ‘It’s sounds like they are the same’
‘Was there any substance found?’ Dakolo asked, bringing
out his phone. Ken took out his phone too. ‘I saw the
news of the assassination on the headlines today’ Dakolo
continued, ‘but I’ve not been able to read it.’
‘Yes, there was’ Ken said and handed his phone to Dakolo
to read the news. Dakolo dropped his own phone and
took Ken’s.
‘The symptoms are the same’ Dakolo said after one
minute of scanning through. ‘We need to contact the US
authorities to see if we can link these cases ‘
‘But what’s the name of the gas?’
‘It’s unnamed yet but it was said to have no natural
occurrence and has not been found to be legally
produced anywhere’ Dakolo spoke, mentioning his
words carefully, one after the other. ‘The only place signs
and effects of these gases have been found are in these
assassination cases’
‘Hmm…’ Ken cleared his throat. He looked into Dakolo’s
face and Dakolo was also looking into his. ‘Agent sir, are
you thinking the same thing I’m thinking?’
‘I think so’ Dakolo smiled, his teeth showed slightly. ‘I
don’t think it’s a coincidence that these assassinations are
occurring at the same time in several countries. Although
the intensity here in Nigeria is high because it involves
top citizens’
‘Yes, the pattern here is different. The similarity is that
there’s so much neatness in the way the job is being
carried out’ Ken out in.
‘No Nigeria’s cases are a lot more accurate’ Dakolo
disagreed. ‘Do you remember that Robin Kahn was able
to stop an assassination attempt in his country before he
came here?’
‘Yes, he did stop two assassination attempts. One in his
country, US and one in South Africa before he handed
the cases over to other people and traveled down to
Nigeria’ Ken spoke. ‘But he wasn’t able to arrest the
assassins, they always escaped with claims of receiving
several wounds from Kahn and his men’
‘The cases in the other countries were different because
the assassination attempts were not on heavily secured
people, you can’t compare the way Jubril Lawal himself
and the event centre were heavily secured and the
assassins still penetrated neatly. Come to talk of the one
that happened directly under my nose, the assassination
of the Rivers state Governor. It is unexplainable how they
got on board with the governor’
‘So are saying the assassinations are not connected now?’
Ken queried.
‘No’ Dakolo stressed, wiggling his head. ‘As a matter of
fact, I think they are connected but we just have to
verify first. We can’t conclude that they are because our
cases are somehow different from other countries’
‘It’s true’ Ken inhaled deeply and took a brief pause. ‘No
government official or politician has been killed in other
countries but that’s what we have here’
‘Yea, if Kahn couldn’t do anything here but instead got
himself killed. Then we don’t have any strong evidence to
connect them yet until we confirm first that the same
substance was used by the assassins’
‘But… ‘Ken stammered, he paused and heaved a heavy
sigh. ‘How the killer escaped from the event’s centre after
killing Chief Jubril still baffles me.’
‘Yea, I was coming to that’ Dakolo adjusted himself on
the seat. ‘Has everyone working there been thoroughly
investigated?’
‘Yes all except one, who was very sick but now recovered.
He has being invited to our custody and I believe he
should be here very soon’ Ken glanced at his wristwatch.
‘In fact, he should be here already.’ Ken took his phone
from the table and drew the pattern. He was about to
open the dial pad when he saw a SMS notification on top
of the screen. A junior officer had just sent him a
message of the expected man’s arrival.
‘He’s here already’ Ken stated.
‘Yes, tell me. Who is this man? What is his job there?’
‘He was in charge of serving food that day’ Ken replied.
‘Okay, can we go and question him now?’ Dakolo said
getting him from his seat.
~~
An middle aged man was seated behind the interrogation
desk, he was staring at Dakolo who was seated at the
other end of the desk, Ken was standing close to Dakolo
with his arms folded.
‘Was there anybody you saw that day among your staffs
who looked or was acting suspicious?’ Dakolo asked the
fifth question.
‘No, everything was going perfect until we heard saw
people who were at the entrance of the hall run outside.
Most of them fainted before they could move too far. We
didn’t quickly realize what was going on, everybody who
entered into the Hall to check also inhaled the gas and
experienced the effect. We thought that something had
gone wrong with our machines inside’
‘How did you know what was happening?’
‘I came to monitor those serving the drinks and snacks
then and I was returning when I saw people coming out
of the hall and falling to the floor’
‘Yess…’ Ken interrupted with a clap, he just remembered
something important. He made an eye signal to request
permission from Dakolo, Dakolo authorised him to go
ahead with a nod.
‘You mentioned earlier that there were ten people who
served food and drinks’ Ken began.
‘Yes, ten’ the man confirmed.
‘Five guys and five ladies?’
‘Yes’
Ken lifted his head up as he inhaled abruptly, he looked
back to the man. ‘We were only able to interrogate nine
of them, I was thinking that you were the tenth person’
‘No, I’m the supervisor’ the man frowned. ‘Do you have
the names of those interrogated?’
‘Yes, we have their names written somewhere. The list is
in my office’ Ken said.
‘Go get it quickly’ Dakolo said to him. Ken obeyed
immediately, he returned two minutes later with a file in
his hands. He took out a paper from it.
‘Here, we have nine names. Five men and four ladies’ Ken
placed the paper in front of Dakolo first. Dakolo
transferred it to the man.
‘There’s a name missing here’ he said, slowly. ‘She’s a
new girl, she just joined us two days before the event,
one of our workers had an accident’
Episode 60
~~~~
12pm
‘Boss’ Cole called softly, taking a glance at Tarasha who
was seated on the first black leather sofa. The whole team
was in the living room, Cole and Aisha was seated on the
tiled floor close to the plasma TV , busy with their pads
playing the “Full Time Murder”, a bloody game created
by Cole. Cole was seated on the three seater sofa working
on his laptop and Tarasha was also doing the same where
she was seated.
Tarasha stood up and dragged herself and her laptop to
the three seater sofa. ‘They’ve responded to our e-mail’
Cole looked up as she approached him.
‘What’s in their reply?’ Tarasha asked and dropped her
laptop on the left side as she sat close to him, her body
resting on his. She rested her elbow on his lap as she bent
forward to look into the laptop.
” Re: Donation of three hundred bags of rice to Atta’s
foundation
With joy and gladness of heart did we receive your email,
we’re glad that we have such passionate people like you
who would extend an helping hand to promote a good
course whose root isn’t even in their home country.
We’ll be glad to receive your representatives here at our
head office in Katsina, Nigeria. And like you offered in
your email, we would also be glad to work with you on
other projects.
Thanks
Management
Atta’s Foundation ”
Tarasha sat up and licked her lips softly. ‘One step
accomplished. We’re going to need new fleet of cars and
customized shirts for this new task. Benny would be in
charge of that’ she said to Cole. She looked towards Aisha
and Benny who were still engrossed with the game and
turned back to Cole. ‘Three hundred bags of rice would
cost about two million naira, Aisha would handle the
buying of the rice. Please note this’ she said and glanced
towards Aisha again.
Cole looked away from the laptop to Tarasha’s face and
frowned. ‘Do we have enough money to run this
operation?’
‘No, and I don’t think the Chief can provide up to thirty
percent of the funds, we’re going to need almost a
hundred million’
‘Yeah… That’s what I’m saying’
‘But it’s our strategy and we don’t have to get all the
monies from the Chief. Waiting for him to raise the
money would take a long time’ Tarasha spoke with a very
careless tone that made Cole stare at her like he had seen
someone fall from the Jupiter. Where were they
supposed to get the monies from, if not from the client
who gave them the job.
‘Then he has to wait then’ Cole asserted.
‘Yes, it should have been so but I can’t wait for finish the
jobs’ Tarasha stated, mindful of the fact that she was in a
hurry to complete the jobs and leave the country.
‘Then what do we do?’
‘Nasiru Attahiru would fund his death by himself’ she
replied.
‘How?’ Cole widened his eyes in surprise.
‘That’s where you come in’ Tarasha placed her legs up
the chair and positioned her self like an Hindu
meditating, facing Cole directly. ‘Your job now is to
search all his bank accounts and check how much we
have there. I’m sure we can get a lot more than we need
from his accounts’
Cole squeezed his face bitterly. ‘I can search his bank
accounts but how do we take the money from there
without being caught? The banking system is very
secure…’
Tarasha interrupted him with a light slap on his cheeks.
‘How are we going to get caught?’
‘Erm…’ He stammered, touching his cheek with his hand.
‘They’ll be able to track our IP and even the bank account
we’re transferring it to’
Tarasha frowned at him, disappointed with the way he
was reasoning. ‘Did the Camera security system locate
our IP?’
‘Oh!’ Cole pressed his palm against his forehead and
exhaled. His brain had not told him that they could also
hide their IP address like they did to the cameras system.
He removed his palm from his forehead and stared at
Tarasha. ‘But they’ll still be notified of the transaction and
they may freeze the account we’re transferring the
monies to’
Tarasha pouted her lips and stared at him for some
seconds. ‘Then we ensure that they are unaware of the
operation’
Cole stared at her, still confused, he had not done such a
job before.
‘We’ll carry out the process on their own server; this will
ensure that that don’t know that there’s an intruder.
Then after hacking their server, we disable the
notifications settings for his account and do our transfer,
then we delete the records from their database
immediately. We’ll repeat the same process for every
bank account of his. That way, there’ll be no record of
transaction, they’ll just discover later that money is
missing in the account’ Tarasha explained but Cole still
looked confused.
‘Okay, I’ll do it myself.’ Tarasha said after seeing that Cole
wasn’t going to understand easily.
Cole gave a sigh of relief. ‘Thanks, I’ll learn it’
‘What you have to do now is to search all his bank
accounts’ she said as she got up from her seat, she
picked up her laptop and was about to leave to her
former position. She remembered something and turned
back.
‘Cole’ she called. He looked up from his laptop. ‘I noticed
that most banks here in Nigeria uses the Wincorf Nixdorf
to operate their automated system’
‘Wincall…’ Cole stared at her amusingly, he had never
heard about whatever it was the bank was using.
Tarasha gave a gasp of astonishment. ‘You don’t know
Wincorf Nixdorf?’ She exclaimed loudly in unbelief,
placing her left hand on her waist. Aisha and Benny
turned back to look at them. She rolled her eyes and
exhaled before returning with her laptop in her right
hand to sit on the sofa she was sitting before. She sat
quietly and opened up the laptop, Aisha and Benny were
still staring at her.
‘Boss’ Benny called softly, dropping his game pad on the
floor. Tarasha looked away from her laptop to him. ‘You
said you were going to explain to us the strategy and why
we have to go to Katsina’
Tarasha’s shoulders dropped. ‘I would, when the right
time comes. For now, some of the strategies are
changing, if I find a better idea, we won’t have to travel to
Katsina. But just keep in mind that Mrs Attahiru is the
weakest link by which we can get to her son, the Senate
President’ she explained and turned her face back to her
laptop.
‘Okay, thanks’ Benny said and turned back to the TV
slowly. He picked up the game pad and remained
motionless for a while. He turned and glanced briefly at
Tarasha again, wondering what kind of person she was.
At times she could be so sweet and talk to them like a
mother, explaining things calmly and she could become
a tough boss in the next moment.
Tarasha looked up from her laptop after some minutes
and began to look at everyone else in the living room.
She took a minute to look at Cole who was busy with his
laptop and another minute for Benny and Aisha who had
returned to their game. She stared more at Aisha.
‘We need a clipper’ she said with a chuckle before she
closed her laptop and got up from the seat.
~~~
3pm
‘Her lips are not that big’ the man corrected the artist
who was making a sketch of his description. ‘Yes, perfect
now’
The interrogation room was brightly lit up now, an artist
had a standing drawing board erected before him while
Ken was seated on a chair close to the interrogation desk
and staring from there. They had gone to the man’s
office to search for the credentials of the new employee
but they couldn’t find it. They had to resort to making a
sketch of her face from the man’s description.
‘Is this how she looks?’ Ken walked closer to the man and
the artist.
‘Yes’ the man replied.
They all turned back as the door to the interrogation
room opened, Dakolo walked in and closed the door, he
had left briefly to pick up a file in his office.
‘Do we have the drawing now?’ Dakolo asked as he
approached them.
‘Yes’ Ken answered.
Dakolo stopped when he got close to the artist and stared
into the sketch.
‘Is this her?’ He asked the man under interrogation.
‘Yes, she looks like this’
Dakolo shook his head doubtfully, he opened the file that
was with him and took out a picture containing Aisha
Bello’s image. He tried to compare the drawing with the
picture but there was no real resemblance except for
some slight ones he was careful enough to notice.
‘Some of their facial features look alike’ he said as he
handed the picture to Ken.
‘Aisha Bello’ Ken muttered as he stared at the picture and
did his own comparison. ‘They don’t look alike in any
way to me’
Dakolo collected the photo back and turned to the man.
‘I’m not satisfied with this yet’ he said, giving the man a
stern look. ‘You couldn’t find the credentials in your
office?’ He asked for the third time since the Man and
Ken had returned.
‘Yes’ the man replied in a tired voice.
‘We searched everywhere in his office, her credentials
were missing in the files’ Ken supported the man.
‘That further proves that she must be part of the assassin
gang and your company would be in trouble if we don’t
find her’ Dakolo asserted, making the man tremble in
fear. Dakolo moved closer to the drawing board, the
artist had finished packing his drawing materials into the
bag and was about to leave. He removed the pins holding
the drawing sheet to the board and handed over the
sheet to Dakolo.
‘What’s her name again?’ Dakolo asked the man, staring
at the drawing.
‘Khadijat is her first name, I don’t remember the last
name’
‘Khadijat’ Dakolo muttered. He handed over the drawing
sheet to Ken. ‘Let’s trace the name on the citizen’s
directory and see whose picture matches it’
~~
**Three Days Later (Thursday)**
Now, all is set for the trip to Katsina on Saturday. Tarasha
and the team would book two cars from the transport
firm. As usual, Benny and Aisha would go in one while
Cole and the boss in the other.
Tarasha came down from the car as she got to the gate of
the house. She was about to walk in when someone
greeted.
‘Hi’ a man who came out from the next compound
greeted.
‘Hello’ Tarasha turned back to answer.
‘Yeah’ the guy smiled sheepishly. He had a somewhat fat
body and a round head, his chubby cheeks and light skin
colour made him look like a cartoon character. He wore
a red tie on a white shirt which was properly tucked into
his black trousers. He had the NSCC ID card hanging on
his neck. ‘I noticed that you guys just moved in and I
thought I should say hello and welcome you to the
estate’
‘Oh, thanks. That’s nice of you’ Tarasha smiled back at
him.
‘You’re welcome. My name is Henry Paul’ he said,
extending his hand to her for a handshake.
Henry’s picture flashed back into Tarasha’s mind as she
took his hand in hers. This Henry Paul was a complete
opposite of Henry; fat, chubby and light skinned and
worst still, an ugly face round face. ‘I’ll call you Paul, you
can call me Evelyn’ she replied.
‘Oh! Nice to meet you Evelyn. I hope to invite you over to
my house for a meal one day’
‘Well, let’s see how it goes’ she smiled.
‘Okay, we’ll see later then’ he said to Tarasha and waved
goodbye. She waved back before proceeding to enter the
house and open the gate from behind.
She drove into the compound and parked the car beside
the van. The space in the compound wasn’t a large one
but it could take two to three cars. There was a short tree
at the left side which provides a shade for them to sit
outside during sunny hours.
Benny had come out on hearing the sound of her car
driving in. He helped her to close the gate.
‘Thank you’ Tarasha said to Benny as she stepped out of
the car with a box of clipper in her hands. She looked
over the fence to the compound by the left from which
the chubby guy had come out from. It was a larger than
theirs. In it was a one storey building of four flats.
‘Take this to Aisha’ she gave the clipper box to Benny.
Benny smiled as he took it from her and began to walk
inside the house. He couldn’t stop smiling as he imagined
how Aisha would look like on skin cut. That was part of
the team’s conclusion on the best way to disguise her
since her face and name was still on the police wanted
list. She needed a different method of disguise apart
from the makeup method she used for the last job.
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~~
**NSCC Head Office, Abuja**
Except from the sounds made by the tap of the fingers
on the keyboard, no other sound could be heard in the
computer room as the three developers worked. Only
one out of the three invited for the interview passed and
was made to start the job immediately. A new house and
an advance pay was given to him. Henry had to invite an
additional person, his friend who was also a good
developer and software engineer to join the team for a
short while.
The three developers worked in silence, sitting on three
different rows, they communicated with each other
when necessary through chat messages.
The door flung open and Sylvester walked in, holding a
file in his hands. He walked straight to where Henry was
seated and placed the file on the table beside the system
Henry was working on. Henry glanced up to him and
returned his face to the screen immediately.
Sylvester released a breath. ‘We need to talk, you’ll be
going with me to the meeting tomorrow’
Henry turned up his face slowly to Sylvester. ‘Yes, you
will’ Sylvester reiterated. ‘I spoke with the IG today and
he insisted that you should be in the meeting when I told
him of how I’ve been working with you’ Sylvester
dropped the file and began to walk out.
‘What? What am I supposed to do in the meeting? We’ve
not gotten a solution yet’ Henry murmured.
‘That’s the more reason the IG wants you there’ Sylvester
paused after opening the door and turned to him,
attracting the attention of the other other men working.
‘He believes that you’ll talk more convincingly to the
President and others in the meeting’ Sylvester said and
closed the door.
Henry picked up the file from the table and opened it. He
stared into it for some seconds and muttered some
words before getting up hurriedly. He held the file in his
hands and hurried after Sylvester.
~~
**8pm**
‘Ouch!’ Aisha exclaimed as Tarasha defeated her the sixth
time that day. She was surprised at the way Tarasha was
handling the game even though it was her first time of
playing it. She had thought it would be easy to defeat her
like the Ludo game, not knowing that Tarasha was good
at computer games especially the ones which involved
bloodshed.
Cole and Benny were both seated on the three seater sofa
smiling and staring into a laptop together. Cole took his
eyes off the laptop for some seconds. He just couldn’t
help but smile again, Benny looked at his face to see what
was the cause of the smile and joined too as they both
shook their heads funnily and stared at Aisha’s smooth
and shining head, the lightening in the room made it
reflect like a mirror. Her backhead had a round slightly
protruded shape which made it look as if a mold of fufu
was gummed to the back.
The gate bell receiver sounded, startling all of them. They
stared at each other’s faces, the look on their eyes
communicated the question in their hearts without them
voicing it, they wanted to know which out of them was
expecting a visitor.
Tarasha dropped the game pad and got up, she
straightened her short Ankara gown. ‘I’ll get it’ she said
and began to proceed out of the house.
She peeped through the hole before opening the gate.
‘Paul’ she said with a smile, standing in the middle of the
smaller entrance.
‘Hi, Evelyn’ Paul greeted with a smile, wrapping the
fingers of his both hands around each other.
‘Good evening Paul’ Tarasha replied, still standing in the
middle of the way.
‘I came to check on you’ Paul said, trying to look into the
compound. ‘We closed early at work today’
‘Oh! I see. Thanks’ Tarasha gave a forced smile.
‘Can…I’ Paul made the gesture with his hand, asking for
Tarasha to let him in.
‘Okay’ Tarasha reluctantly gave way and he stepped in
slowly. She closed the gate and pointed him in direction
of the house. He delayed, taking time his time to feed his
eyes on everything in the compound first.
‘Do you guys close so early at the NSCC office?’ She
asked. He was still staring at the vehicles and the tree in
the compound.
‘Huh?’ Surprise was clearly written on his face as he
turned back to her. ‘How do you know I work in the
NSCC?’
‘I saw the ID card on your neck this morning’ she
answered.
‘Oh! And you could read what was in it within that short
while?’
‘I’ve seen the ID card somewhere before, so I recognized
it immediately I saw it hung on your neck’
‘Okay, although I work in the head office, I’m a regional
staff. We work on shifts most times’ he responded and
they began to walk leisurely towards the house entrance.
‘How about the urgent vacancies? Have you got people to
occupy them?’ Tarasha asked.
‘Yes, we have two more people working with us now. The
team is being led by Henry Ekene George? You know
him?’ Paul paused and asked, staring into her face.
‘I’ve heard about him so many times, people say he’s a
guru’ Tarasha replied.
‘Yes, they say he’s a guru but he has not been able to
provide us a solution to the current problem’ Paul said as
they stepped on the balcony.
‘What about you? Why didn’t you apply for the vacant
position? I’m aware that the post is higher than the
regional staff position you occupy now?’ Tarasha paused
at the door, placing her hand on the knob.
Paul smiled. ‘I’m not a developer or programmer, I
would have loved to. What I do is oversee and ensure
that nothing strange is happening in my region. I make a
report and summary of any crime or unusual
occurrence that takes place during my working hours.’
‘Alright, but all the vacant positions are occupied
already?’ Tarasha asked and was about to turn the knob.
‘Wait!’ Paul stopped her. ‘I didn’t ask you about your
flatmates’ he said in whispers. ‘Are they your siblings or
friends or…’
‘Why do you worry?’ Tarasha asked with a smile.
‘I’ve seen two guys come out of this place and I don’t
know if one of them is your boyf…’
‘You have nothing to worry about’ Tarasha cut in and
opened the door.
He walked in, following behind her like a timid child.
Everyone in the living room looked towards their
direction. The TV was still on but had been switched to
the station airing the national news.
‘These are my friends’ Tarasha said as she ushered him to
one of the one seater sofa by the left.
Paul waved and smiled at all of them before he sat down.
Tarasha took the seat beside him and crossed her legs.
‘So what should I offer you?’
‘Anything nice’ Paul answered with a smile, staring at her
thighs which were clearly revealed the way she sat.
‘Anything nice?’
‘Yes’ he shook his head like a frog in response.
‘Please Khadijat, could you help me get the juice called
“anything nice” for our guest’ Tarasha joked, making
everybody chuckle.
Aisha got up at once. ‘Okay, I’ll get him a good fruit juice’
she said before leaving.
Paul’s eyes followed Aisha as she stood up and began to
walk away, her shining head was what got his attention.
‘Strange’ he muttered as Aisha walked out of sight.
‘Strange’ Tarasha chuckled, ‘but she loves it that way’
‘Oh… ‘
“An important meeting with the President have been
scheduled for tomorrow morning to discuss the current
security problems in the country. In respect to the
growing assassin gang and assassination attacks that
begun in the country sometime close to the c—-x of last
year, representatives from all security bodies would be
present to discuss the way forward with the President.
We believe that a valid conclusion would be made
tomorrow on this issue…’ The female newscaster’s voice
was heard as Cole increased the volume with the remote
control. Everybody in the room had turned to the TV.
Aisha had also returned with a pack of cold fruit juice
and a transparent glass cup on a tray, she placed it on a
stool and put it in front of the visitor.
‘Representatives from the NSCC would be there also, the
chairman Mr Sylvester and Henry E.G would be there’
Paul began, talking in a manner as if he had been asked
by Tarasha. Tarasha seemed less interested but he
continued. ‘The vice president would be the one working
closely with Henry E.G and the newly employed
developers, due to his experience in that line and being
the pioneer of the system in Nigeria’
‘Oh! The VP would be working with the new employees?’
Tarasha asked, now more interested in the topic.
‘Yes’ he said after taking a sip from the glass cup. ‘I
overheard the chairman saying something like that’
Tarasha paused for a while and thought deeply while
staring at the TV. ‘Is there still space to employ one more
person?’
Paul was surprised by her question, the glass cup made
noise as he dropped it on the stool. ‘I don’t know. Why
do you ask?’
‘Ermm… Nothing really’ Tarasha covered up with a smile.
‘I just love your job, I wish I could work in the NSCC’
‘Oh! I’ll tell you when there is any vacancy available
again’
‘Thanks’ Tarasha said with a light smile. ‘What time is the
meeting tomorrow?’
’11am’
Tarasha nodded her head slowly and turned away from
him, she ran her fingers through her hair. If Elvis
Richards was going to work with the NSCC, then his
murder would be easier if she could work with the NSCC.
Certainly, their plans has got to change. Her eyes met
with Cole’s who was also staring thoughtfully. He was
thinking about the same thing.
~~~
7pm
Henry was seated in his living room with Jefa, both of
them in a kind of sober mood. Jefa had his palms
covering his mouth, his elbows on his lap and his
shoulders down.
‘I shouldn’t have showed up at all’ Jefa complained
loudly. ‘I made her leave the place’
‘It’s not your fault sir’
‘It is, whose fault is it if not mine? I should have just left
her to continue her life the way she was used to living it.
Now, she may be gone forever’
‘No’ Henry objected. ‘I have this strong feeling that she
would show up very soon, sooner that we expect’
‘Stop trying to console me’ Jefa shouted and got up from
his seat.
‘I’m saying the truth, she would resurface soon’ Henry
insisted, getting up from his seat too.
Jefa picked his nylon bag and began to walk towards the
entrance. ‘Bye Henry, thanks for your help’
‘I’ll drop you off’ Henry quickly picked his car keys from
the centre table and followed Jefa out.
**45 minutes later**
Jefa was back in his house, tears had formed in his eyes
as he stared at his mother’s diary which was before him
on the table. He wondered how his mother would have
felt in heaven at the thought of him reuniting with his
sister to live happily again. But no, he had blown the
opportunity and she was gone again, maybe forever this
time.
Was their mother’s spirit even in heaven? No, she
couldn’t be. Neither could his father’s. Their spirits could
not be at rest yet when their murderers were still
roaming the country as free men and living as Kings.
Their parent’s spirit would never be at rest, he thought,
until their murderers had all died.
He flipped open the front page of the diary, he felt an
urge to open to the place he stopped at the last time but
on remembering Omotara. He paused and tried to recall
her birth date. May 27, 2006. He traced and opened to
the page.
“Today, we returned to Erin forest to mark our wedding
anniversary. We found something we weren’t expecting,
a teenager with a newly delivered girl child alone in the
bush. The only words she said before fainting was ‘I
named her Omotara’. I and my husband quickly rushed
her to the clinic in the village, we hope and pray she stays
alive.”
Jefa closed the book as a sharp pain pierced his heart. He
could remember that day when his parents brought a
new baby to the house in Lagos, he was eight years old
then.
He was surprised when their mother walked into the
house carrying the baby in her hands happily and he
didn’t see the mother of the baby following behind. It
was more surprising when their father announced the
next day to him and his only younger brother as at then
that the baby was their new sister.
‘How could it be?’ He had asked himself. ‘Mom wasn’t
pregnant with child before, or is it possible to conceive
and give birth the same day?’
Several years went by and they got so used to her, even
Jefa totally forgot how she had come into the family. The
baby grew up to be an intelligent young child and was
loved by everybody, she even became the favorite of
Danjuma, their father.
No mention of her real parents was ever made by his
parents to them, he had only overheard them talking
about her mother when the baby was just a month old,
and from their mood that day, he could guess that they
were mourning her.
~~~~
**10pm**
Benny, Aisha and Cole sat on the three seater sofa, facing
them closely was Tarasha seated on a stool. They were
changing the strategies. Cole, Aisha and Benny were to
travel to Katsina while Tarasha would remain in Abuja
and push for the NSCC job. She had explained all they
needed to do to them. All was also set to extract monies
from Nasiru Attahiru’s bank accounts.
Tarasha was ready for anything, she was going to storm
the NSCC office prepared, prepared to face Henry and if
need be the police. After checking and certifying that
they had covered every track in the previous jobs, she
was sure that even with all the background details Henry
may have provided the police about her, they would
never get any proof to link her to the assassinations.
‘You’ll be made to pay severely for any of your mistakes
and I won’t step in to help you’ she warned. ‘So for
anyone of you who carelessly picks up anything that
looks attractive, you gotta use your brain and don’t leave
any trace behind’
Episode 61
~~~~
**Friday Morning**
1am
‘No Omotara, No’ Jefa was shouting as his eyes popped
open. He was sweating and breathing heavily. He used his
palm to wipe off the sweat on his face and stretched on
the chair. He realized that he had slept off while reading
the diary. His dream was consistent with his situation but
it somehow made him scared. He had seen seven year
old Omotara playing with some kids in his dream, in the
large compound of their house in Lagos as at then. She
was playing happily with the rest of the kids until he
walked in through the gate. She stood up from their
midst where she was and stared at him, looking terrified.
He wasn’t planning to flog or scold her, so he couldn’t
understand why she was terrified. She began to step back
slowly without turning back, towards the building of the
house. Her friends gradually disappeared into thin air.
‘Come Omotara, come. I’m not flogging you’ he said in
the dream. She refused and continued to step back,
looking more terrified with the steps she took.
‘Why are you running away? Come and play with your
friends’ he repeated but she was adamant. A tall man
appeared from behind her, looking deadly with a blood
stained dagger in his hands.
‘Omotara stop’ he cautioned, himself terrified also but
she didn’t listen. It was already late when she turned
back, the strange man was only one step behind her. He
was shouting her name as he woke up.
Jefa made a quick but deep prayer for Omotara’s safety
and ended it with the cross sign. The chair creaked as he
relaxed back, the diary was still open on his lap, on the
same page he read before dozing off. He flipped to the
next page.
“Today, we transferred Adunni to the General Hospital
where we work. I carried the baby to see Adunni, Adunni
fed her baby with her b—-t milk for the first time. She
was glad to do it. But we couldn’t live her baby with her,
she’ll be sleeping most of the times and won’t be able to
look after the baby.”
He scrolled to the next day, it was longer than usual.
“Adunni is gradually getting better and would be
discharged from the hospital tomorrow. She spoke with
us today, revealing to us the circumstances surrounding
her pregnancy and childbirth. Adunni who is just
eighteen year old was brought up by her single sickly
mother. She finished her secondary school education last
year. Being a bright and promising young girl, her village
decided to send her as their first female child who would
get a university education. She was sent to see a son of
the land who is a lecturer in the State university and
discuss about her admission process with him. She went
to his home in the village and met him. He promised to
help her secure the admission, asking her to come see
him in his office at the state’s capital where the university
was. She travelled to the capital the third day after. He
welcomed her warmly into his office and closed the
doors to have a quiet talk and career advice session with
her. All was going well until the man got up from his seat
and turned round the table to seat in front of her. His
first move was to encourage her to unbutton the upper
part of her shirt since the place was hot and the power
holding corporation had seized electricity flow. To cut
short the matter, she was r*ped and forced to leave the
office immediately. He threatened her not to tell anyone,
else that would be the end of her dreams of the
university education. She made up her mind to keep the
ordeal to herself and take it as a sacrifice for her
greatness. But he didn’t keep to his own part of the
agreement. She was surprised when she got back to the
village that day and he had already called and lied to the
village King and Chiefs that she tried to seduce him.
They believed his story against hers and decided that it
was useless to help an immoral person. The whole village
turned against her and her mother for trying to spoil the
image of the most successful son of the land. Few weeks
after, Adunni discovered that she was with child. All these
resulted to her mother’s depression state and she died
two months after. Adunni was left alone with no one to
help her. She became sick at the ninth month of her
pregnancy and began to treat herself with local herbs.
She was gathering firewood in the bush when her time
for delivery came ”
Jefa placed a finger on the page where he stopped and
closed the book. He let out a deep breath and got up, he
took the picture under the table and placed it between
the pages of the diary where he stopped reading.
~~~
8am
‘Good morning Mr Sylvester’ Henry greeted as he walked
into the control room.
‘Good morning Mr Henry’ Sylvester replied, raising his
eyes to look at Henry from behind the computer where
he was seated. He was looking smart in his black suit and
blue inner shirt, Henry was also dressed in the same way.
‘Are you ready for the meeting?’
‘Of course, I am’ Henry answered, taking his seat behind
a computer on the row before Sylvester’s.
‘We got another application last night’ Sylvester
announced.
‘Application for what?’
‘Application for the job’
‘Well…’ Henry seemed interested. ‘Does it qualify for an
interview?’
‘Yes, this CV is particularly interesting. Come take a look
at it’ Sylvester invited.
‘No need for that’ Henry declined, putting his focus on
what he was doing. ‘Just keep it, we may review it later’
‘It’s okay’ Sylvester answered and got up from his seat.
‘We’ll be leaving by 9am’
~~
‘Agent James Elvis!!’ hailed the deputy commissioner of
police, Kwara State. ‘Welcome once again to the state of
harmony’
‘Thank your sir’ agent James replied, smiling back to the
DCP. They were both seated in the extension of DCP’s
office, which had comfortable sofas to relax in.
‘I believe you’ll have no problems in this state especially
as it is your state of origin’ the DCP continued. ‘How’s his
Excellency, your father?’
‘He’s fine, I believe’
‘What was his response when he heard that you’ve been
transferred to this state?’
‘I don’t know, he didn’t say anything. You know he has
never been in support of my work in the force’ James
answered, taking a sip from the cup of juice on the table.
‘That’s strange, considering his effort in tightening the
security of the nation. One would think he would even
compel his children to join the force’
‘He thinks it’s too dangerous and that I’m not strong
enough’ James answered.
‘Well, that aside. Back to your job here.’ The DCP sat up.
‘We want to strengthen our anti assassination and
terrorism squads and we believe that you can make it
work. That’s why you were sent here, your job would
begin fully on Monday. Now you’ll be taken to the house
and allowed to rest. You’ll find every information you
require for your job in your office when you resume on
Monday’
~~~
Officer Dakolo was in his office, gathering the files he
would be taking along for the meeting. He was dressed in
his special agent’s uniform for the occasion.
His doorbell rang. ‘Come in’ he said without paying much
attention’
‘Good morning sir’ officer Ken saluted after closing the
door.
‘Good morning officer Ken’ Dakolo replied, without
looking up. ‘You may have your seat’ he offered and
waited for Ken to sit before he continued. ‘Are you
prepared for the meeting?’
‘Yes sir, I am’ Ken smiled. ‘ I actually came to ask if we’ll
be moving together’
‘Yes, of course. No need to go separately’ Dakolo
answered, taking a glance at Ken’s face. ‘What’s the time
now?’
‘It’s 8.15am’ Ken replied after taking a brief look at his
wristwatch.
‘Okay. Hope you’ve got all files ready?’
‘Yes sir and there’s something new’ Ken answered,
sounding serious.
‘Something new?’ Dakolo turned his eye focus to Ken.
‘Yes sir and I think it’s important we look into it’
‘Now?’ Dakolo frowned. Ken nodded in affirmation.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘It’s the reply from the US headquarters. It just came in
this morning’ Ken removed a paper from the file in his
hands and handed it to Dakolo.
Dakolo read for two minutes. ‘Have you sent the
substance sample they sent to the forensics?’
‘Not yet sir, I wanted to tell you before I do’ Ken replied.
‘You should send it immediately.’ He said and stared at
the paper again. ‘It would have been nice if we got this
earlier. With what it states, the assassin team in Nigeria
here is related to the one in the United States. They
function with the same instruments and similar
strategies. ‘
He handed back the paper to Ken, ‘let’s handle the
meeting with what we have gotten before, we’ll come
back to this’
~~~
**Saturday Morning**
The meeting with the President went well. All attendees
left there fired up and determined to stop the
assassination menace at every cost. The Vice President
had during the meeting warned the security officials to
be careful and always remain optimistic. ‘The
assassinations have not yet began, they are still doing
their test run’ he had said. ‘I believe this group have a
more dangerous motive and what they’ve done so far is a
ploy to weaken the security by making the concerned
bodies give up their hopes of capturing them. Once this
is achieved, they would launch more attacks and aim for
more government officials.’
The vice president also promised to work closely with
them as an experienced officer that he once was and see
to it that every useful knowledge he has would be
provided to them.
Amidst several other things he said, the President, Emeka
Vincent finally ended the meeting encouraging the bodies
to put in more effort and ensure that their purpose was
achieved in two months.
Sylvester had arrived into his office not long ago and
settled down when he received a call from the reception
that someone was waiting to see him.
‘But you know I don’t see anyone on Monday early
mornings’ he answered the caller.
‘She insisted that you asked her to come’ the secretary
replied in low tones.
‘I did?’ Sylvester asked, trying to remember if he really
fixed an appointment with someone.
‘Yes, that’s what she said’
‘What’s her name?’
‘Kimberly Alexander’
‘Huh?’ Sylvester squinted, trying to remember where he
had seen or heard the name before. He remembered, in
the new CV. Could it be that he had mistakenly sent her
an invite?
‘Let her come in’ he finally said and ended the call. He
hurriedly logged on to the company’s mail to confirm if
he sent her an invite.
His doorbell rang. He minimized the mail window and
opened the app to check the monitor cameras outside
his office. He saw the person at the door, a lady dressed
in black suit carrying a small black bag. ‘Come in’ he said,
unlocking the door with the remote control on his table.
She opened the door and walked in gently. ‘Good
morning sir’ she bent her knees slightly after closing the
door.
‘Please come in’ he repeated and she walked forward
briskly and stood beside the visitor’s seat. ‘Have your
seat’
‘Thank you sir’ she sat down and placed the bag on her
lap.
‘What may I do for you?’
‘Sir’ Tarasha began. ‘I’m Kimberly Alexander, I read about
the urgent vacancies and I decided to check here’
‘I’ve gotten your mail already, why didn’t you wait for a
reply?’ Sylvester frowned.
‘Sir, since it was announced as an urgent vacancy and I
didn’t get a reply immediately. I decided to show in
person in case my mail wasn’t delivered.’
‘It was delivered, you should have been patient. In fact,
your mail came late’ Sylvester intensified his crown. ‘And
how come you were referred here directly? Someone
else was supposed to attend to you before sending you to
me’ he said with slight anger in his voice. He picked the
landline and began to punch the keys.
‘I asked directly for you’ she said softly. ‘I demanded to
see Mr Sylvester’
‘What?’ He stopped dialing. ‘How did you know my
name?’
‘I read about the corporation and I knew you would be
the one to attend to me’
‘Well…’ His doorbell chimed. Sylvester paused and
checked the computer again to see who was at the door,
Henry was the one. He unlocked the door.
Henry walked in slowly staring into a tab and reading
something. ‘Oh! You have a guest’ be exclaimed on seeing
the lady seated on the visitor’s seat facing Sylvester.
‘Yes’
‘Okay, let me drop this with you and go’ Henry said and
began to step forward slowly.
‘You may need to see her, she’s the lady who sent in the
last CV’ Sylvester explained.
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‘You may need to see her, she’s the lady who sent in the
last CV’ Sylvester explained.
Tarasha turned her face down, patiently waiting for
Henry to turn to her front and probably take a look at
her face. He wondered what his expression would be, but
whatever his would be, she was ready for him, she
already kept a straight face for him.
‘Oh!’ Henry paused. ‘You invited her for an interview
already?’ He gave Sylvester a look of disappointment.
‘No’ Sylvester objected. ‘I didn’t invite her’ he tried to
explain but Henry turned back already.
‘No need to disturb your interview, I’ll come back later’
Henry said as he opened the door and stepped out.
‘I didn’t…’ Sylvester got up from his seat to explain better
but Henry did not wait to listen. Sylvester felt deeply
angry with Kimberly, she had got Henry to believe that he
invited her for the interview after which they had
planned together to work with those available first and
not employ for the main time.
He heaved a sigh and turned his gaze to her, the
expression on her face showed that she was sorry for the
misunderstanding caused.
‘Just get out’ Sylvester said calmly, his anger reduced a
little by the remorse shown on her face.
‘I’m sorry sir’ she pleaded. ‘I didn’t mean to…’
‘Leave please’ he insisted, his voice sounding harsher.
‘I’m…’
‘Leave’ he slammed angrily, trying his best not to raise his
voice.
Tarasha picked her bag and got up hurriedly, she
proceeded to the door. Sylvester sat back into the seat
and began to shut down the computer system.
‘When should I return sir?’ Her voice came softly again
after he thought she had left.
He looked up and heaved a sigh of frustration, staring at
her face coldly. She stepped stepped out and closed the
door.
Sylvester got up after the computer was completely shut
down. He noticed a file on the table and picked it up.
‘Kimberly Alexander ‘ the title read. He hissed and
dropped it.
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Dakolo was silently reading to himself the result of the
test by the forensics team, Ken was seated in the visitor’s
seat behind the table. The test report proved their claim
positive, the substance used by the assassin group in the
USA was the same used by Samantha Osman’s group.
Other details apart from the substance sample was also
sent. The other details included the report from the CCTV
camera system control point and medical reports on the
bodies of victims.
‘It’s confirmed. A deadly group of assassins have been
unleashed into the world. Only God knows where they
are from’ Dakolo said after he was through reading it.
Ken only glanced at his face and sighed in response.
‘Make you do send every detail we have also to them’
Dakolo said to Ken, handing over the paper back to him.
He took out his phone and dialed the NSCC office. ‘Hello
Mr Sylvester, I’ll be in your office in the afternoon time, I
need to get a copy of the reports on all you’ve done on
rectifying the breach problem.’
He ended the call and stared at Ken’s face. ‘Let’s go see
Mr Debo’ he said and got up from his seat. Ken also got
up immediately.
Mr Debo was the personal assistant to Chief Jubril Lawal,
the one who was sent to the NSCC to rectify if the
Canadian number was original. He had been invited for
questioning by the police.
Debo was ushered in to meet the agent and Ken in the
interrogation room. He was dressed casually, looking
somehow distressed.
‘Good morning sir’ Dakolo greeted cheerfully after the
man was seated comfortably.
‘Good morning Officer’ Debo replied, sniffing in. He used
his handkerchief to wipe his face and his nose. He looked
at Dakolo in the face, they were about the same age so he
felt no need to be timid.
‘Thanks for honouring our invitation’
‘You’re welcome’
‘Okay, let’s go straight to the point.’ Dakolo adjusted his
seat in readiness for the real business. ‘I’m hundred
percent sure that you are aware that investigation on the
death of Chief Jubril, your late boss is still ongoing’
‘Yes’
‘I know you’ve been questioned before but I also know it
was a brief one and it only happened on the day of the
assassination at the events centre’ Dakolo paused to look
at his face for a confirmation. He continued talking after
getting one. ‘We’ll like to get more details from you since
you were there on that day. We are also aware that you
were his personal assistant and that means you were very
close to him.’ Debo nodded slowly to confirm Dakolo’s
assertion as there was a pause again. Dakolo continued.
‘I’ll like you to work with us by answering all questions
we would ask you. We may be repeating some questions
we’ve asked you before, please answer them again like
you haven’t heard them before. The reason is that we
want some clear cut answers that you may not have been
able to give us that day, probably because of the panic
caused by the whole disaster’
Debo shrugged, signaling for them to begin with the
questions. Dakolo looked him in the face, he folded his
arms and relaxed his back. Ken clicked open the audio
recording icon on his device.
‘In the past few months, has there been any suspicious
movement Chief Jubril was involved in? Did he make new
friends? Or get involved with a strange friend you’ve but
being seeing him with?’ Dakolo posed the first set of
questions.
‘No’ Debo frowned as he pondered on the question. ‘He
didn’t make any new friends, even those invited for the
party were all old friends and associates which I’ve
always known him to be friends with’
‘Do you know all of these old friends that were present in
the party?’
‘Yes, I was in charge of sending the invitation letters to
the guests’ Debo replied. ‘I have a list of all the guests we
were expecting that day’
‘Okay, was it only these expected guests that graced the
party?’
‘No, some came with friends. Their friends were also
notable people though. Some came with their aides. We
had to prepare extra gate passes’
‘No suspicious attendee was noticed?’
‘None.’
‘Was there a video coverage of the event or how do you
know if an unexpected guest came?’
‘No, the Chief did not want the press in his party, they
were locked out. The only coverage that could have seen
any unexpected person was the security cameras
installed in the hall but there was tight security at the
entrance, so the person that carried out the assassination
couldn’t have been our guest’
‘Are you saying that you’re sure that your guests are
innocent?’
‘No, I’m not saying they are innocent but I’m saying that
the killer didn’t come in through the entrance meant for
the guests because their was a proper system installed to
search and detect any dangerous materials or weapons’
Dakolo paused for a while, still staring straight at the
man’s face. ‘Was the Chief involved in any fight or
argument close to that day?’
‘No, none that I’m aware of’
‘Did he start a business deal with a new person, group of
people or company?’
‘Ermm… Yes, there was this young lady that wanted to
start a deal with the Chief, she was from Canada’
‘A young lady?’ Dakolo asked, Debo nodded in
affirmation. ‘Only the young lady? Which company was
she sent from?’
‘Yes, it was only that young lady recently. She was sent
from her father’s company in Canada’
‘Have you had any previous deal with this company?’
‘No, it was the first time we had anyone from Canada
who wanted to partner with us’
‘Okay, but did you have anyone else who wanted to or
struck a deal with your company recently?’ Dakolo asked,
his tone showing that he disregarded the young girl’s
option.
‘No, that was the only one’
‘Okay, let’s move to…’
‘That girl was suspicious’ Debo put in quickly, a very
serious look appeared on his face. ‘Chief Jubril did not
totally trust her. He asked me to make an investigation on
veracity of her contacts in Canada’
‘Hmm…’ Dakolo seemed more interested now. He bent
forward and placed his hands on the table. ‘Did you
make the investigation?’
‘Yes, I started it. It wasn’t completed before the Chief was
murdered’
‘What investigations did you start with?’
‘I tried to confirm if the number calling from Canada was
really from Canada and also trace it to the company
there’
‘So?’
‘I was supposed to get a reply on it the day after the
Chief’s birthday’
‘And you’ve not gotten the reply till now?’
‘Yes, I didn’t ask for it since then’
‘How were you working on verifying the contacts? Did
you come to the police?’ Dakolo asked with a frown.
‘No, the Chief sent me to his friend at the NSCC, Mr
Sylvester. I was later referred to Henry E.G who was the
only one who could do the job. He…’
‘Henry Ekene George?’ Dakolo cut in to confirm,
wondering why Henry had never mentioned to him that
he once worked with the late Chief Jubril.
‘Yes, he was working on it and promised that he’ll be
ready…’ Debo stopped as he remembered something.
‘The report was supposed to be ready in three days but
when I went to the NSCC’s office on that day, Henry
wasn’t there. Mr Sylvester mentioned that he had gone to
the police station to make a report on his kidnap’ he
continued.
‘Kidnap?’
‘Yes, he was kidnapped with his girlfriend then, I don’t
know for how long they were with the kidnappers’
‘True’ Ken joined the conversation to confirm Debo’s
words. Dakolo turned to look at him as he began to
explain. ‘I’m in charge of that case. He was kidnapped
with a friend but they didn’t stay up to a day in
abduction’
‘The police stepped in?’ Dakolo questioned.
‘They actually escaped before the police stepped in. The
kidnappers had a disagreement’ Ken answered.
‘So, have the kidnappers been arrested?’
‘No sir, we couldn’t arrest them that day. They escaped
before we got to the place. The place is locked up till
date’
‘Okay, what is being done on that case?’
‘We…’
‘Sorry’ Dakolo cut in to add another question. ‘Have the
files of the kidnap case also been submitted to me?’
‘Yes sir’ Ken answered, Dakolo nodded for him to
continue. ‘I made thorough investigations with my team
last week and the people suspected to own the place are
dead.’
‘Dead?’
‘Yes sir, they are dead but we’ve been able to verify how
they died or the cause of their death but while checking
the citizen’s details on the forum, their names have been
marked as dead’
Dakolo took in a breath and turned back to Debo. ‘What’s
the name of the lady and which company from Canada
was she from?’
‘Her name is Alexander Evelyn from AA, Alexander
Amaechi Ltd’ Debo answered.
‘Can you recognise her if you see her?’
‘Ermm… No’ Debo stated. ‘I didn’t see her face properly,
I don’t even have an idea of how she looks’
‘Huh ho! How is that possible?’ Dakolo sounded with a
note of disbelief.
‘She was brought in by Chief Jubril’s son, so she didn’t
have to interact with me. She had direct access to the
man himself’ Debo explained. ‘And her hairstyle always
made it difficult to see her face from the side view’
‘Hmm… I see. And the son is late also’ Dakolo said loudly,
to no one in particular. Ken and the interrogatee
remained silent
‘We have to reach Henry E.G and find out what his result
on the investigation was’ Dakolo continued. ‘Now, let’s
move to the party day’ Dakolo relaxed back into the seat
again. Debo adjusted himself also. ‘You were seated on
the table next to Chief Jubril’s’
‘Yes’ Debo confirmed.
‘Did you notice anything that was going on with him?’
‘I… Didn’t notice anything strange while I was seated. I
wasn’t seated for most of the duration. Chief was always
sending me on errands’
‘Were you there when the murderer walked into the
Hall?’
‘Yes, I was but I didn’t see anything. I was under the
effect of the gas released. I only opened my eyes after the
antidote was sprayed and found the Chief in his pool of
blood’ Debo began to sound emotional.
‘Hmm…’ Dakolo gave another brief pause, trying to
decide if he should stop the interrogation for the time
being since the man’s mood was already changing. He sat
up and decided to ask few more questions. ‘Do you
suspect anyone?’
‘None, except for the lady from Canada. It’s just
beginning to make sense to me now. She must have been
a party to the kidnap of Henry E.G, maybe in an attempt
to stop him from destroying their plans. I think she was a
fraudster’
‘Yes, but the crime we are talking about here is not fraud,
it’s assassination’ Dakolo said, he stared straight into the
man’s eyes and asked, ‘do you think that lady could be
Samantha Osman, whom the police are in search of?’
There was a twitch on Debo’s face, he stared up and
down again, wondering if he had really come across the
infamous and notorious assassin.
Episode 62
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Sylvester dropped the landline receiver after speaking
with Agent Dakolo, he sat back into his seat, trying to
decide whether to attend to the Agent’s request first or to
follow after Henry. He chose the latter and got up from
his seat. He picked up his phone from the table and
proceeded out of the office.
Two minutes later, he was seated in the visitor’s seat
behind Henry’s table. Henry wasn’t paying much
attention to him but was focused on his work on the
laptop.
‘Here’s what I wanted to show you’ Henry quickly handed
a paper to Sylvester and turned back to his laptop. ‘How
was the interview? What position did she apply for?’
Henry asked.
‘There was no interview’ Sylvester answered without
taking a look at the paper he was handed. ‘She only came
to submit her credentials in person’
‘I see’ Henry said in a low voice, acting less interested.
‘You thought I invited her over for an interview?’
‘Yes, of course. You are the Boss here and you don’t need
my permission to interview anybody’ Henry answered
with a slight chuckle.
‘But we already agreed to work with those available and
not to take in anyone else for now. I wouldn’t go against
our agreement’
Henry paused and looked up, he fastened his eyes on
Sylvester’s face. ‘I didn’t suggest that in anyway’ He said
and turned his face back to the laptop. ‘Oh! You thought
that was the reason I didn’t agree to see her?’
‘What else could be the reason?’
‘I wasn’t aware of the interview before, neither do I know
the position the interview is for so I didn’t think I had any
business to do with her’ Henry answered, keeping a light
smile on his face.
Sylvester remained quiet for a while, staring at Henry’s
face. He had thought Henry was angry but Henry’s
demeanor and words have proved him wrong.
‘So what do you …’ Henry paused on seeing that Sylvester
had not checked the paper given to him. ‘Come on, read
what’s there’
Sylvester picked the paper and scanned briefly through
it. ‘When did you start working on this?’
‘It wasn’t my work, Dayo did it’ Henry replied. Dayo was
the new employee that was taken in the week before.
‘It looks good but we have to find how crackable these
codes are’ Sylvester commented.
‘That’s why I was in your office then, I wanted to check
through your history log but I’ve been able to check it
from here’
‘So, are they crackable?’
‘Yes, it’s even made up of very easy combinations’
‘Does that make it usable or not?’
‘It’s not usable. It would be easily cracked by the
opposition’
Sylvester folded the paper and dropped it on the table.
‘Agent Dakolo called some minutes ago, he’ll be here in
the afternoon to get a report on all that we’ve been doing
concerning the breach we’ve been experiencing’
‘Okay, I’ve been expecting him to ask for it. I prepared a
report already and he doesn’t even need to come here,
we could mail it to him’ Henry said.
‘I think he’ll also like to get some explanations, that’s why
he wants to come physically’ Sylvester put in.
‘No problem, we’ll be ready for him’
‘So what do we do now with Mr Dayo’s piece?’ Sylvester
asked as he got up from the chair, ready to leave for his
office.
‘We’ll just keep it and keep working, we need something
deeper’ Henry tapped the enter key on her laptop
keyboard in a loud manner and then relaxed into his
seat, signifying that he was through with what he was
doing. He stared up at Sylvester’s face. ‘You know we are
trying to entrap this group, so we have to be wiser than
they are. We cannot afford to use simple keys and scripts
in tackling them, that’ll be making mockery of ourselves’
‘Alright then’ Sylvester shrugged and turned to leave.
~~~
**Kabakawa, Batagarawa Katsina, Katsina State. **
After lodging in an hotel for two days, the team finally
moved into the rented apartment for which they had
paid the rent fee for a year. The house wasn’t too
expensive but it was big enough to contain all of them. It
was already furnished to their taste before they moved
in.
They had chosen a flat with three bedrooms in the two
storey building house with a total of six flats. Theirs was
located by the left side on the middle floor. Tarasha had
carefully chosen an apartment for them in an open area
this time, it would reduce the rate of unnecessary
suspicions. But they also had to be extra careful and
watchful.
It was Monday morning and work had begun already.
Cole was seated behind a table, composing an email on
his laptop to inform the Ata’s foundation of their team’s
arrival into the country. Benny was in one of the rooms
where he and Cole had chosen for themselves, arranging
the new arms and ammunitions into the wardrobe. He
neatly arranged the various sizes of bullets and sealed
explosives in a section. He arranged the pistols in another
section and long guns in another. The last section was
used to store his clothes and Cole’s.
Aisha was also in her room, setting the place in the order
she wanted. She hissed on seeing the little bag of clothes
which she brought to the place. Although the bag was
actually the biggest bag amongst all bags of clothes the
team had brought, she still thought it to be small. Their
kind of job would not satisfy her desire to always take
her best clothes around town.
She hissed again as she saw herself in the mirror on
bending to arrange the makeup kits placed in front of the
mirror. What did she even need the clothes for now that
her hair was gone? She looked like a man, she thought.
She gave a brief mockery laugh at herself as she rubbed
her palms on the head. She then turned back to pick a
small case which contained more makeup kits. That
wasn’t for her but for the team, the team would
frequently need to change their appearances on this
operation. Another small bag was lying beside the case, it
contained camouflage materials like artificial beards,
masks, wigs and even skinlike gloves.
Benny walked into the living room after he was done with
arranging the tools, he met Cole already closing his
laptop.
‘Have you finished typing the email?’ He asked as he
moved to sit on the couch.
‘Yes, we’ll see it when we come back from the boutique’
Cole answered, standing up with his closed laptop in his
hand.
‘You want us to go now?’ Benny seemed not too
comfortable with the idea.
‘Yes, what else should we do now?’
‘Why don’t you send the email now and let’s see their
reply, they may probably engage you in a chat’ Benny
tried to convince Cole.
‘I’ve sent the mail to the Boss first for vetting, until she
replies us we cannot forward it to the foundation’ Cole
responded with a wry look on his face. ‘Dust your lazy a-s
and let’s go out to get the clothes now. I’ll go get Aisha.’
With that Cole walked away, leaving Benny who remained
on the seat tiredly. For Benny, it was always fun to get
new clothes but this one was different, the clothes would
have to be disposed off at the end of the operation.
~~~
**Abuja**
2pm
‘You went this far?’ Dakolo stared Henry in the face as he
read the report provided to him. ‘Even the US CCTV
officials have not discovered up to this, nice job’ he
commended cheerfully jamming his palms together.
‘Thank you sir’ Henry smiled.
‘The only thing that looks similar in this their report is…’
Dakolo began but stopped abruptly. He bent to bring out
the report from the US CCTV from his small brief case
which was placed by the leg of the chair he was seated.
He placed the binded four pages report on Henry’s table.
Sylvester was the first to pick up the report and open it.
Dakolo opened back Henry’s report which was still in his
hands. He began to flip the pages until he got to the last.
‘Here’ he said, pointing a particular area on the page.
‘This code looks similar to theirs’
Henry bent forward to look at where Dakolo was
pointing. Dakolo handed it over to him to have a better
view.
” BN 10354
‘ Encrypt XL
<< — t.a.r– n.e.f — >>
Run script = enter ‘
>>”
That was one of the most mysterious encryption code
Henry had ever come across. He had never seen the key
words anywhere else before and since he discovered the
script, he not been able to decrypt it.
Dakolo collected the report Sylvester was holding and
opened to the second page. ‘Here ‘ he pointed another
area to for Henry to look at. The encryption script Henry
saw in the US report was similar to the one in his report.
“BN 20679
‘Encrypt XL
<< — s.e.r— n.e.f — >>
Run script = enter ‘
>>”
‘What??’ Henry’s lips vibrated as he fixed his eyes on the
code, looking slightly baffled. He took his eyes off to
Dakolo face. ‘The assassin group is larger than we
thought, it’s a worldwide organization’
Dakolo licked his lips slowly and silently as he watched
Henry fix his eyes again to the report.
‘Can I…’ Sylvester who was anxious to see the correlation
stretched forth his hand impatiently to collect the
reports from Henry.
‘So now that we know that we are dealing with a
worldwide assassin group, we have to up our game’
Dakolo finally spoke. ‘Your engineers have to be
informed about what they are dealing with. And I think
the corporation has to establish a strong connection with
the US corporation’
‘Wow! I wasn’t aware that there have been breaches in
the CCTV operations in the US too’ Henry spoke in low
tones, relaxing his back in the seat.
‘There have been’ Dakolo replied him, tapping a finger on
the table as he stared into the air and inhaled. ‘The breaks
always comes during the period of assassinations just like
ours’
‘Hmm… Same strategies, same codes’ Henry said
thoughtfully.
Dakolo stared at Henry’s face for a moment. ‘Henry E.G, I
need to ask you some questions’ Dakolo stated after a
brief moment of silence.
Henry sat upright and adjusted himself to pay attention,
surprised at the Agent’s sudden change of tone. ‘What
questions sir?’
‘You were kidnapped recently’ Dakolo paused and stared
at Henry’s face, noticing a change. It was obvious to him
that Henry wasn’t comfortable with the new subject.
‘Yes sir’ Henry confirmed reluctantly.
‘It happened after you got a job from the late Chief Jubril
Lawal?’ Dakolo continued, making sure he maintained
eye contact with Henry. Henry noticed this and decided
to try as much as possible to hide his expressions, else
the Agent would extract every information from him
even if he tried to lie.
‘Yes, I don’t know if the job was for Chief Jubril but it was
brought to us by one of his workers’ Henry answered.
‘Chief Jubril sent him’ Sylvester quickly put in.
Dakolo took a glance at Sylvester and fixed his eyes back
to Henry’s face. ‘Let’s talk about your abduction first. It
lasted for less than a day. How did you escape?’
‘I was told that they left us to go after they had a
disagreement amongst themselves’ Henry replied.
‘You were told?’
‘Yes, I was knocked out. I only opened my eyes after
we’ve moved far away from there’
‘You and your girlfriend?’
‘No, but a very close lady friend’
‘Well, I don’t need to go into details of how you were
abducted that day. I know that you have been questioned
about that already.’ Dakolo adjusted to a more
comfortable seating position and placed his chin on his
right fist. ‘You mentioned during your interrogation with
the police that your suspect was Dare, Chief Jubril’s son?’
‘Yes’ Henry confirmed with a nod.
‘But you didn’t mention to me that you’ve seen him
recently’ Dakolo frowned.
‘Sir, we’ve not really been able to discuss personal
matters since you came into town’
‘That’s true.’ Dakolo paused and turned to Sylvester who
was already clearing his throat to announce his desire to
leave since he felt he wasn’t concerned with the
questioning.
‘Mr Sylvester’ Dakolo called with a chuckle. ‘You have to
wait, I also have some questions for you too.’ Sylvester
nodded in reply and comported himself. Dakolo turned
back to Henry.
‘Let’s push the personal matters aside for now’ Dakolo
continued with Henry. ‘Did you ever think that the kidnap
could be related to the job brought by the late Chief’s
PA?’
‘No’ Henry replied sharply after narrowing his eyes
thoughtfully.
‘You don’t think so?’
‘Yes, I don’t’ Henry shook his head in negative to
emphasize. He thought again briefly. Omotara was the
suspect behind the number he was investigating, so was
it really possible that she had planned their kidnap.
‘So you insist that it could have only been Dare Lawal?’
Dakolo pressed. ‘Wait’ he cut in before Henry could
speak. ‘What was the result of your investigation?’
Henry’s heartbeat increased thrice in speed. The question
he was scared of have been finally asked. Was he now
going to turn Omotara in? Knowing fully well that Agent
Dakolo would not stop until he fishes out who Alexander
Evelyn really was and probably even associate her with
the Chief’s assassination which Henry believed Omotara
was innocent about.
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**Tuesday Morning**
Sylvester sat behind his table, brushing up some of his
previous works. Something surprising had happened the
day before. It all started from the moment Dakolo asked
about the report of Chief Jubril’s job, Henry did not reply
with a straightforward answer.
Dakolo did ask, ‘what was the result of your
investigation?’
Henry who was obviously not suffering from catarrh
before that moment sniffed in and rubbed his nose like
someone who was heavily disturbed with cold. ‘The man
has not come to collect it’ Henry gave an answer which
surprised his two listeners.
Dakolo slanted his face slightly and stared into Henry’s
face. He wasn’t expecting an off point answer like that
from the brilliant Henry, his detective mind quickly
suggested to him that Henry was trying to hide
something. ‘I know’ Dakolo persisted, ‘but what I want is
the report’
Henry stared still for some seconds without a reply. ‘I
have it with me’ Henry answered, still trying to conjure
what kind of answer would be accepted by the Agent.
At this point, Dakolo was quite sure that Henry was trying
to hide the truth but he still decided to keep his doubt
unknown as he could be wrong, he didn’t want to
wrongly suspect or accuse the honorable Henry.
‘What was the result? Was the number really Canadian?’
Dakolo made his question more specific.
‘Yes, it was. The calls they were receiving was from
Canada’ Henry finally gave in and lied to cover up
Omotara. He could see the unhidden surprise on the face
of Sylvester who he had once told that the number was
cloned and the calls were being made from Africa.
‘Hmm’ Dakolo paused for a moment, still staring straight
into Henry’s eyes. He took a brief glance at Sylvester as if
to confirm Henry’s words from him but the look on
Sylvester’s face was that of a person who was just
hearing the report too. Sylvester tried to help Henry
cover up too.
Dakolo returned his gaze to Henry’s face, still trying to
deduce if Henry was hiding the truth. He shook his head,
smacked his lips softly and rubbed his palms together.
‘Let me leave you guys to continue with your work for
now, I’ll be back to give and get more information’
Dakolo had concluded before getting up to pack his load.
Back to Sylvester. He was still wondering why Henry told
a lie to the Agent as he arranged his table. Or did Henry
give him the false report earlier? Whatever it was he
would have loved to find out immediately but with the
look Henry kept on his face after Dakolo had left, he
couldn’t summon enough courage to ask.
‘Alexander Kimberly’ he pronounced as his eyes met the
file dropped by Tarasha the day before. He selected it and
took out the papers inside. The first was her curriculum
vitae, followed by copies of her certificates from school,
then some copies of the reports of her personal projects
as a developer and software engineer.
He began to read the report and soon found the contents
interesting. She seemed intelligent and competent. ‘She
may be good for the job’ he said to himself on a second
thought. He continued to read through the reports and
found some details that astonished him. He was forced to
check her curriculum vitae again to confirm which
university she graduated from. It was a London
university. He returned to the report again and continued
to scan through, getting more surprises as he read
through. At a point, he began to doubt the authenticity, it
was possible that she had copied from the works of a
successful developer.
He was still engrossed with the reports when his phone
rang. He picked it up and checked the caller, it was an
unsaved number. He answered the call and a familiar
voice sounded.
‘Good morning sir, it’s Alexander Kimberly’ the voice
introduced.
‘Oh!’ He sighed, he was just considering her files and here
she was already calling his number. ‘Miss Kimberly, how
did you get my phone number? I don’t remember giving
it to you’
‘I got it from your office yesterday sir’ she replied. ‘I saw
it on the calender too’
He sighed again. ‘Okay, what can I do for you?’
‘I’m at the reception now and I asked to see you but I
was told that you’ve asked that I should not be let in’ she
answered.
‘Yes, I’m not expecting anybody today’ Sylvester replied
tiredly. ‘And why are you here again? I didn’t ask you to
come’
‘Yes, I’m sorry about that sir but since we couldn’t talk
yesterday due to the circumstance that played out, I
thought it okay to come back today’
Sylvester rested his forehead on his palm which was
placed on the table. ‘You shouldn’t have come’
‘I’m sorry sir, I apologize for any inconvenience’ she said
sharply, as if the reply had been rehearsed. There was a
short pause, Sylvester could not be heard saying
anything. ‘So should I come to your office?’ She asked
after waiting without hearing his voice. She was sure he
was still online as she could hear little sounds of his
intake of breath.
‘I’ll call the Secretary first’ Sylvester accepted reluctantly.
Well, not really reluctantly, he was already wishing and
itching to interview the applicant who presented such a
mind-blowing personal project.
Six minutes later, Tarasha was in Sylvester’s office seated
in the same seat she sat the day before. She was dressed
in a black skirt suit and blue inner shirt. The attachment
on her hair had been changed but she still made the hair
in the same style, done to fall at both sides and cover her
ears and cheeks.
Sylvester took some minutes before he finally gave her
attention. ‘Why didn’t you stay back in London to get a
job?’ He asked, staring into her curriculum vitae.
‘My parents wanted me to come back to Nigeria. I’m
their only child’ Tarasha replied.
Sylvester paused and rolled his swivel back a little. ‘These
projects’ Sylvester lifted the papers for her to see. ‘You
handled them on your own? Or someone else joined
you’
‘Yes, I carried out every single one on my own’ she
replied with a smile. ‘I still have the files with me’
‘If that’s true, it means you’re good.’ He complimented.
‘Thank you sir.’ Her smile broadened.
‘For now, the vacancies are closed’ Sylvester announced
bluntly, returning the papers back into the file. Tarasha’s
smile diminished. ‘I promise to call you once we have
another opening’ he said, handing her property to her.
Tarasha didn’t collect it immediately. It took some
encouraging looks from Sylvester before she took it from
him.
‘Can I work as a volunteer?’ She asked after a moment of
deafening silence.
‘Volunteer?’ His eyes widened in surprise.
‘Yes, I just feel I have something to do here’ she
continued convincingly. ‘Especially with our recent
security problems, I think I’ve got something to put in’
Sylvester placed a finger on his lips as he tried to reason.
Taking her as a volunteer seemed excellent to him, but
what if Henry thinks he employed her as a full staff? He
gave a brief smile and clapped his hands together. Even
Henry had said he was the Boss, so he wouldn’t owe
Henry any explanation.
‘Okay’ he smiled. ‘You’ll do some personal jobs for me,
when would you like to start?’
‘Start?’ Tarasha widened her eyeballs to express her joy.
‘I can start now, I’m ready’
‘Are you sure?’ Sylvester folded his arms and rested back.
‘Yes, I am’ she replied briefly.
Sylvester gave a crooked smile. He was going to have an
intelligent person work for him, for free. He started to
think of his abandoned projects that he needed to work
on.
++++
~~Elvis Richards Residence, Asokoro, Abuja ~~
Elvis Richards laid in the bathtub filled with warm water,
he had a pipe in his mouth. That was his perfect thinking
place when he had a serious difficulty, in the bathroom.
He could either stay thirty minutes thinking under the
shower while having what was supposed to be a brief
bath or deliberately set himself up in the bathtub. But it
had been years since he did any of those, because for a
long time, he had not been faced with any challenge
which got him so perplexed as this one.
Though when he became the Vice President, he had
promised himself to stay away from police and criminal
matters, he couldn’t keep his promise as the recent
assassinations involved two of his closest, old-time
friends and business associates. Thinking about all the
assassinations and the mode; that is how they were killed
when they weren’t even vying for any position or
contending for any post. He began to think that this
dangerous assassin, Samantha Osman could actually be
their nemesis, his nemesis.
After the day he and the President had met with the
heads of all security bodies, he had become more
conscious of this thing, Nemesis. Or how could you
explain how his two close pals were killed? Without any
concrete or suspected reason.
The meeting had opened his eyes to see more clearly,
that’s why he quickly agreed to work with the security
bodies and bring in his experience to help them defeat
the assassin. But he still lacked absolute trust in the
security system. Being once a part of the system and a
notorious one at that, he concluded that the system
could not be trusted as there could be one like him who
would be the one perpetrating the crime and also
fighting it, like he did during his time of service.
All these troubles, just for his past. He wished he could
erase it totally and be a new man, but it wasn’t possible.
The effect of the atrocities committed by him, Nasiru
Attahiru – the Senate President, the late Jubril Lawal, the
late minister of health and some others who had been
dead for a longer while would still be felt for generations
to come.
One thing that still got him confused and considering if it
wasn’t nemesis was the second victim of assassination,
the Rivers State Governor. The Rivers State Governor was
never a friend or associate of his, so he couldn’t connect
the man’s assassination to his close pals’ deaths. Or
maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe some serial
killers had just been released into the countries of the
world and had unfortunately chosen his two friends.
Anyway anyhow it was, he had to be prepared for
anything. Now that he had joined forces with the security
bodies, he needed to also seek some other alternatives.
He stepped out of the bathtub and took the towel from
where it hung. He covered his nakedness with the towel
and began to proceed out of the bathroom.
He stopped at the entrance as he remembered an option.
Don. That was the topmost assassin in the country. Of
course, the topmost before Samantha Osman was
revealed.
Several years ago, Don was known as a trainee under
Scot, an assassin who used to work for Chief Elvis and his
friends. Scot was a dreaded cultist during his days in the
university, he was always used several by politicians to
carry out political assassinations and violence. Seven
years after leaving school, Don Daniel headed the same
cult he had left. Don graduated from school and joined
Scot in the assassination job but be proved to be wiser
and cleverer than Scot. Don later killed Scot after they
had a disagreement and took over Supremacy.
Don had a large network of assassins under him and he
also was connected with others who were working on
their own. Chief Elvis was sure that Don would know who
Samantha Osman is. She may even be an assassin under
his control, he thought. He was going to contact Don
before deciding what step was next.
Chief Elvis finally stepped into the room and closed the
bathroom’s door. He had a meeting in the next three
hours to prepare for.
++++
~~Same day, 4pm ~~
Henry was returning to the office in his car after driving
out to get something in a computer gadgets store. He had
been moody all day, barely talking to anyone in the
office. He couldn’t get his mind off what transpired in the
office the day before. He wondered if he had made the
right choice in lying to protect Omotara or if he had just
gotten himself into trouble. He also wondered where
Omotara was now and if she had decided to take his
advice to get a decent job.
He let out a deep breath as he turned at the roundabout
point and faced the road which led to the office. A
median was separating his lane from the opposite
direction lane. There was an unusual traffic jam on the
lane but the other was free. Henry sighed as he queued
behind a taxi, just few metres to the office.
As the cars began to move slowly, he saw a car which
looked familiar drive by through the opposite lane. At
first, he couldn’t tell where he had seen the car but in a
moment of seconds, realization hit him. It felt as if he
was punched hard in the stomach. It was the same blue
car he saw in Omotara’s compound, he could recognize
it by the scratch on the bonnet.
He wanted to turn and follow after the car immediately
but there were cars already behind him and he could not
fly over the median. He poked out his head through the
window immediately and looked back, he couldn’t see
the car anymore.
He hissed and shook his head in pity for himself. He was
just hallucinating, he thought.
Episode 63
Sylvester was in the ground floor reception leaning with
his two hands on the desk when Henry walked back into
the office. It was too late for Henry to turn back as he
had already met with Sylvester’s gaze.
‘Mr Henry’ Sylvester gave a mischievous smile, aware that
Henry had been trying to avoid him since morning time.
‘Good afternoon Sir’ Henry greeted reluctantly, trying to
fake a smile.
‘Good afternoon’ Sylvester replied, extending an
handshake to Henry. ‘I checked your office and met it
locked, I thought you had left already’
‘No I went to get something in the computer store’ Henry
said.
‘Alright.’ A lady with Sylvester’s brief case arrived at the
scene
Henry looked at him in surprise. ‘You’re going home?’
‘Yes’ Sylvester answered him happily, adjusting his shirt.
‘I’m done with everything I need to do today and I’ve
even done part of tomorrow’s work’ he said full of
smiles.
‘Are you sure you got the whole day covered?’ Henry’s
eyes widened, wanting to know Sylvester’s new source of
happiness and speed.
‘Yes, I’ve got all the app processes running. I’ve extended
the monitoring time to sixteen hours. So I can monitor
from anywhere I am.’ Sylvester handed over his phone to
the lady holding his brief case, he turned once again to
Henry. ‘We’ll see tomorrow’ he said before walking away.
Henry stood still and watched as Sylvester walked out of
the building, wondering if the man knew what he was
saying. He shrugged and continued his walk to his office,
happy that Sylvester didn’t ask him about the day-
before’s event.
++++
‘We are really sorry about the unfortunate incident and
we’re trying our possible best to bring to book the
perpetrators of this crime. We’ll make sure everyone
involved in this pay heavily’ Dakolo said to soothe the
woman’s heart in preparation for his questioning. Ken
was seated beside him in silence.
Chief Mrs Jubril was seated on the couch opposite them,
she was putting on the native black Yoruba attire. A
young lady in black was seated by her side, also wearing a
black cloth but a very short gown which exposed her
thighs with the way she was seated. She was placing her
head on Mrs Jubril’s shoulder. With the resemblance on
their faces, one could boldly say that the lady was Mrs
Jubril’s daughter but she wasn’t, she was Dare’s niece
who lived outside the country with Mrs Jubril.
Mrs Jubril sighed and twisted her lips in a pitiful manner.
‘Ma, we need you to give us every information that’ll be
helpful to us in our investigation’ Dakolo continued. She
nodded in agreement. ‘We’ll ask very few questions’ he
said and collected a tablet device from Ken. He turned on
the screen and entered the password.
‘When did you arrive in Nigeria for the party?’
‘I arrived just the day before the party’; she answered.
‘With her’ she added, gently stroking her the girl’s hair.
‘Have you been suspecting anything or was there any
threat you heard about before coming?’
‘No, we had no suspicions’ the woman answered and
tightened her scarf. ‘Why should we have any suspicion?
We are not wicked people, so we don’t expect anybody
to harm us’
‘What about after you arrived? Did he tell you about
anything he was contending for? Or anyone he had a
disagreement with?’
‘No’
‘And you didn’t notice anything suspicious? Whether in
his behaviour, words or countenance’
‘No, he was the same Jubril, always business minded.
Even on his birthday, he was preparing to complete a
business deal’
‘What kind of business deal?’
‘Ermm… He talked about a girl from Canada’ the woman
paused and squinted, trying to remember correctly. ‘A
girl from Canada who was a friend to Dare’
‘He didn’t say anything more about the deal?’
‘No, he only talked about the girl’
‘What did he say about her?’
‘Nothing serious. Except for how Dare was interested in
her but was slow in taking steps’
‘Okay’ Dakolo said and quickly typed in something on his
device. ‘Do you know if the lady showed up that night?’
‘Yes, she did. She was accompanied by another man’
‘Another man? Was he also invited for the party?’
‘I don’t know’ she shook her head in negative. ‘Except for
two of my friends that I personally invited, I wasn’t
involved in sending out the invitations’
‘Okay. But did Chief Jubril later get to meet with her’
‘No, he was supposed to meet with her after the
programs lined up had ended and after the cake had
been cut but he mentioned playfully at a time that Dare
was with her and it looked like they were proceeding to
somewhere quiet’
‘Dare was with her and they were proceeding to
somewhere quiet’ Dakolo repeated in low tones,
thoughtfully.
‘Was there any other person who the Chief was supposed
to meet with?’
‘I’m not aware of any other’
‘Okay, Dare’s body was found in the security room.’ He
said slowly as he stared straight into her eyes, careful not
to strike any emotion but he was unsuccessful at it, the
colour on her face was already changing. He decided to
rush up the questions to get the maximum possible
response. ‘Do you know what he went there for?’
‘No o, I don’t know’ she replied, tears already forming in
her eyes.
Dakolo turned to the young lady beside the woman.
‘What about you? Do you by chance know how he got
there?’
‘No, I didn’t even know he got up from his seat’
‘Weren’t you seated close to your mum?’
‘I was but I got up to take pictures’ she replied, swinging
backwards the hair which covered her face.
‘You took pictures?’ Dakolo’s eyes widened in surprise.
He took a quick glance at Ken and a smile formed on the
lips of the both of them.
‘Yes, I couldn’t wait to get the pictures from the centre’s
camera so I began to take pictures and little recordings
of the presentations’
‘Did you take pictures of the guests too?’ Dakolo asked
impatiently.
‘I took some shots of the whole guest from where we
were seated but only personal pictures of distinctly
dressed guests’
‘We need to see those pictures, we need to check them
for signs of any strange person amongst the guest’
‘I have them in my device upstairs’
‘Alright, you’ll get it and send all of the pictures to me
before we leave’ Dakolo said with a stern face. ‘All of the
pictures’ he reiterated. He licked his lips and rubbed his
finger against his forehead, staring at their faces in the
process. He wondered if it was the right time to ask the
next question, but he had to do it anyway. ‘Did you see
the killer’s face?’
‘The killer’s face?’ Mrs Jubril broke down and began to
sob, wailing and cursing the killer.
‘What is happening here?’ A gruff voice sounded. Dakolo
and Ken stood up immediately in respect as the Vice
President walked in with two of his security officials by
his side.
‘Officers’ the Vice President hailed.
‘Good evening sir’ Dakolo and Ken greeted in unison,
bowing in respect.
‘What have you come to do here?’ He asked as he
extended a handshake to Dakolo.
‘Doing our job sir’ Dakolo smiled as he replied. ‘We’ve
came to get some few important details’
‘I see’ Elvis smiled back. He turned to miss Jubril and the
young lady. ‘Aduke, bawo ni’ he asked Mrs Jubril how
she was faring in Yoruba language. She was already quiet.
‘We’ll be taking our leave now sir’ Dakolo bowed as he
announced.
‘Officers, hope I’m not the one sending you away?’ Elvis
took a look at them before proceeding towards the
couch where Mrs Jubril was seated.
‘No sir, we are actually through with our questions’
Dakolo answered.
‘Okay then, farewell’ Elvis waved them bye.
‘Thank you sir’ Dakolo said and then turned to the young
lady who had already gotten up from Mrs Jubril’s side.
‘We’ll be coming back for the pictures tomorrow
morning’ he whispered.
The two officers made their way out immediately, Dakolo
giving orders to Ken as they moved, they were to visit
Debo, Chief Jubril’s PA for more questioning.
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Episode 63
Sylvester was in the ground floor reception leaning with
his two hands on the desk when Henry walked back into
the office. It was too late for Henry to turn back as he
had already met with Sylvester’s gaze.
‘Mr Henry’ Sylvester gave a mischievous smile, aware that
Henry had been trying to avoid him since morning time.
‘Good afternoon Sir’ Henry greeted reluctantly, trying to
fake a smile.
‘Good afternoon’ Sylvester replied, extending an
handshake to Henry. ‘I checked your office and met it
locked, I thought you had left already’
‘No I went to get something in the computer store’ Henry
said.
‘Alright.’ A lady with Sylvester’s brief case arrived at the
scene
Henry looked at him in surprise. ‘You’re going home?’
‘Yes’ Sylvester answered him happily, adjusting his shirt.
‘I’m done with everything I need to do today and I’ve
even done part of tomorrow’s work’ he said full of
smiles.
‘Are you sure you got the whole day covered?’ Henry’s
eyes widened, wanting to know Sylvester’s new source of
happiness and speed.
‘Yes, I’ve got all the app processes running. I’ve extended
the monitoring time to sixteen hours. So I can monitor
from anywhere I am.’ Sylvester handed over his phone to
the lady holding his brief case, he turned once again to
Henry. ‘We’ll see tomorrow’ he said before walking away.
Henry stood still and watched as Sylvester walked out of
the building, wondering if the man knew what he was
saying. He shrugged and continued his walk to his office,
happy that Sylvester didn’t ask him about the day-
before’s event.
++++
‘We are really sorry about the unfortunate incident and
we’re trying our possible best to bring to book the
perpetrators of this crime. We’ll make sure everyone
involved in this pay heavily’ Dakolo said to soothe the
woman’s heart in preparation for his questioning. Ken
was seated beside him in silence.
Chief Mrs Jubril was seated on the couch opposite them,
she was putting on the native black Yoruba attire. A
young lady in black was seated by her side, also wearing a
black cloth but a very short gown which exposed her
thighs with the way she was seated. She was placing her
head on Mrs Jubril’s shoulder. With the resemblance on
their faces, one could boldly say that the lady was Mrs
Jubril’s daughter but she wasn’t, she was Dare’s niece
who lived outside the country with Mrs Jubril.
Mrs Jubril sighed and twisted her lips in a pitiful manner.
‘Ma, we need you to give us every information that’ll be
helpful to us in our investigation’ Dakolo continued. She
nodded in agreement. ‘We’ll ask very few questions’ he
said and collected a tablet device from Ken. He turned on
the screen and entered the password.
‘When did you arrive in Nigeria for the party?’
‘I arrived just the day before the party’; she answered.
‘With her’ she added, gently stroking her the girl’s hair.
‘Have you been suspecting anything or was there any
threat you heard about before coming?’
‘No, we had no suspicions’ the woman answered and
tightened her scarf. ‘Why should we have any suspicion?
We are not wicked people, so we don’t expect anybody
to harm us’
‘What about after you arrived? Did he tell you about
anything he was contending for? Or anyone he had a
disagreement with?’
‘No’
‘And you didn’t notice anything suspicious? Whether in
his behaviour, words or countenance’
‘No, he was the same Jubril, always business minded.
Even on his birthday, he was preparing to complete a
business deal’
‘What kind of business deal?’
‘Ermm… He talked about a girl from Canada’ the woman
paused and squinted, trying to remember correctly. ‘A
girl from Canada who was a friend to Dare’
‘He didn’t say anything more about the deal?’
‘No, he only talked about the girl’
‘What did he say about her?’
‘Nothing serious. Except for how Dare was interested in
her but was slow in taking steps’
‘Okay’ Dakolo said and quickly typed in something on his
device. ‘Do you know if the lady showed up that night?’
‘Yes, she did. She was accompanied by another man’
‘Another man? Was he also invited for the party?’
‘I don’t know’ she shook her head in negative. ‘Except for
two of my friends that I personally invited, I wasn’t
involved in sending out the invitations’
‘Okay. But did Chief Jubril later get to meet with her’
‘No, he was supposed to meet with her after the
programs lined up had ended and after the cake had
been cut but he mentioned playfully at a time that Dare
was with her and it looked like they were proceeding to
somewhere quiet’
‘Dare was with her and they were proceeding to
somewhere quiet’ Dakolo repeated in low tones,
thoughtfully.
‘Was there any other person who the Chief was supposed
to meet with?’
‘I’m not aware of any other’
‘Okay, Dare’s body was found in the security room.’ He
said slowly as he stared straight into her eyes, careful not
to strike any emotion but he was unsuccessful at it, the
colour on her face was already changing. He decided to
rush up the questions to get the maximum possible
response. ‘Do you know what he went there for?’
‘No o, I don’t know’ she replied, tears already forming in
her eyes.
Dakolo turned to the young lady beside the woman.
‘What about you? Do you by chance know how he got
there?’
‘No, I didn’t even know he got up from his seat’
‘Weren’t you seated close to your mum?’
‘I was but I got up to take pictures’ she replied, swinging
backwards the hair which covered her face.
‘You took pictures?’ Dakolo’s eyes widened in surprise.
He took a quick glance at Ken and a smile formed on the
lips of the both of them.
‘Yes, I couldn’t wait to get the pictures from the centre’s
camera so I began to take pictures and little recordings
of the presentations’
‘Did you take pictures of the guests too?’ Dakolo asked
impatiently.
‘I took some shots of the whole guest from where we
were seated but only personal pictures of distinctly
dressed guests’
‘We need to see those pictures, we need to check them
for signs of any strange person amongst the guest’
‘I have them in my device upstairs’
‘Alright, you’ll get it and send all of the pictures to me
before we leave’ Dakolo said with a stern face. ‘All of the
pictures’ he reiterated. He licked his lips and rubbed his
finger against his forehead, staring at their faces in the
process. He wondered if it was the right time to ask the
next question, but he had to do it anyway. ‘Did you see
the killer’s face?’
‘The killer’s face?’ Mrs Jubril broke down and began to
sob, wailing and cursing the killer.
‘What is happening here?’ A gruff voice sounded. Dakolo
and Ken stood up immediately in respect as the Vice
President walked in with two of his security officials by
his side.
‘Officers’ the Vice President hailed.
‘Good evening sir’ Dakolo and Ken greeted in unison,
bowing in respect.
‘What have you come to do here?’ He asked as he
extended a handshake to Dakolo.
‘Doing our job sir’ Dakolo smiled as he replied. ‘We’ve
came to get some few important details’
‘I see’ Elvis smiled back. He turned to miss Jubril and the
young lady. ‘Aduke, bawo ni’ he asked Mrs Jubril how
she was faring in Yoruba language. She was already quiet.
‘We’ll be taking our leave now sir’ Dakolo bowed as he
announced.
‘Officers, hope I’m not the one sending you away?’ Elvis
took a look at them before proceeding towards the
couch where Mrs Jubril was seated.
‘No sir, we are actually through with our questions’
Dakolo answered.
‘Okay then, farewell’ Elvis waved them bye.
‘Thank you sir’ Dakolo said and then turned to the young
lady who had already gotten up from Mrs Jubril’s side.
‘We’ll be coming back for the pictures tomorrow
morning’ he whispered.
The two officers made their way out immediately, Dakolo
giving orders to Ken as they moved, they were to visit
Debo, Chief Jubril’s PA for more questioning.
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*****
Just that day at work, Tarasha had learnt so much about
the NSCC. Luckily for her, Sylvester had ignorantly
handed over his personal laptop to her when she
promised to help him prolong a particular monitoring
session after he complained bitterly that it was too short.
He thinking that he had hidden all secret files and
protected his personal apps with passwords, he didn’t
realize that the Kimberly he was working with could do
more than the project he read about.
From the laptop, she had gotten an idea of how the street
cameras were specially installed and the process laid
down to uninstall them without raising any alarm. She
learnt that the codes for uninstalling each cameras
without raising alarm or destroying them were kept in
files in hidden sections of each regional office. The file
type and what type of hidden sections referred to was
unknown to her yet, but she was very sure that the files
would be in computerized formats and they would be
hidden locations on their main control computer
systems. The PDF document from where she got this
information also stated that copies of all codes and files
used in the nation for installing and uninstalling these
cameras were contained in the Abuja office.
Tarasha recalled that Henry Paul, her neighbour was a
regional staff working in the head office. She didn’t know
the capacity in which he functions but she believed that
she could get some important data from him. It didn’t
take time before she got her opportunity to meet him
again.
‘Hey Evelyn’ someone called as Tarasha stepped out of
gate. She looked to her right side and saw Paul. He was in
front of his gate, munching some peanuts from the nylon
in his hand as he was about to enter. His white shirt and
shorts reflected the little of sun rays radiated from
above.
‘Hi Paul’ she smiled at him.
‘How are you Evelyn?’ He said, closing back the gate. He
began to move closer to her and feeding his eyes on her
thighs revealed below the bumshort. She took note
carefully of how he was looking at her and licking his lips
lustfully.
‘Fine, how about you?’
‘I’m fine too.’ He said, half inaudible because of the
quantity of peanuts in his mouth.
‘Where are you coming from?’ Tarasha asked.
‘From a friend’s place, I went to copy a movie into my
flash drive.’ He took out the flash drive from his back
pocket and showed it to her.
‘What movie is that?’ She asked, looking interested.
‘Inseparable by Young C.c’ he answered. ‘I’ve been
wanting to get it since I saw the trailer but work did not
permit me to go to a store. So, I asked a friend to buy
online for me’
‘I heard of the release too but I’ve not been opportune to
see the movie or trailer, I’ve only read the book’
‘You wanna come watch with me?’ He offered.
‘That’ll be nice’ she accepted his offer joyously. ‘Are you
starting right away?’
‘Yes… But I could delay a little because of you’
‘Thanks, I need to get something in a store next street’
‘Should I accompany you?’
‘No, you don’t need to bother’ safe rejected politely and
began to walk away slowly, to nowhere in particular, just
to buy time and make her acting complete.
‘Ermm…’ Paul signaled for her to wait. ‘What about your
friends? I didn’t see any of them since Friday last week’
‘They traveled for something urgent’ Tarasha answered.
‘They’ll be back soon, I believe’
‘Okay, say hi to them when they call’
‘Sure, I would’ Tarasha smiled.
‘I’ll be expecting you’ Paul said before turning back and
walking to his gate.
*
Tarasha was in his living room thirty minutes later. His
living room was decently decorated, not large but neat
and comfortable. Paul began to play the film after
serving Tarasha fruit juice and a pack of popcorn. They
were both seated on the opposites ends of the three
seater sofa.
One hour went by and both of them were deeply
engrossed in the film, at least Tarasha pretended to be
while she was thinking of the best way to get out what
she needed from him. She knew it would be against their
job ethics to let out the information she needed, so she
needed to do something special that would make him
give her all she wanted.
‘Do you think Frank would get out of Bola’s trouble?’
Tarasha tried to begin a conversation with the highly
concentrating Paul.
‘Ermm… He’s got to come out. That girl is evil, he may
not even be responsible for the pregnancy she’s carrying’
he hurriedly answered her and returned his
concentration to the screen. He did not want to miss any
part of the thrilling movie.
‘He is responsible, she couldn’t have lied to her father’
Tarasha said but got no reply. She turned her face back
to the screen, taking time to think of the best possible
way to distract him.
‘I’m feeling sleepy’ she announced after another five
minutes. He took a glance at her and gave a “I don’t
believe you” look.
‘Sleepy?’ He asked to be sure if that was what he really
heard.
‘Yes’ she replied. Without waiting for his response, she
turned and laid her head on his lap placing her legs on
the arm rest she was resting on before. She made sure
her backhead was placed in between his legs, to have
contact with his manhood. She felt him shiver as she
stretched and pressed down with her head. He stared at
her face for a while.
She was beginning to get his attention now like she
wanted. She waited for some minutes again before taking
her next move. She began to rub his bare knee with her
palm gently.
‘What do you do in the office?’ She turned her head to
face him as she asked. Her hand left his knee and went
under his shirt on his belly.
‘I…’ He squirmed and swallowed, signals were being sent
through his whole body. She had to pause to enable him
give her an answer. ‘I’m a regional staff like I told you.
I’m the assistant to the regional coordinator here’
‘What are your responsibilities?’
‘My main responsibilities are to watch over the
streaming, cut and save files and also convert the video
files into other formats for reporting’
‘Are these the only things you do everyday?’ She
continued rubbing her hand on his abdomen softly.
‘Yes, basically’ he replied, his chubby body shivering.
She raised up her head and got up to sit on his lap. ‘Are
you also involved in installing the cameras?’
‘Yes, but that does not happen often.’
‘How do you install the cameras? Do the NSCC have
special processes for theirs’
‘No’ he paused and stared into her face thoughtfully for a
while. ‘Why are you asking?’
‘Nothing darling’ she smiled and pushed his chest
backwards, taking off his shirt. He didn’t resist. ‘I’m
interested in working in the NSCC, that’s why I’m asking’
‘Oh! You…’ He vibrated all over as she placed her lips on
his n—-e. She stopped and look at his face. ‘Do you
know how to install the NSCC cameras?’
‘Yes, it’s the same way you install every other security
cameras except that the NSCC has a special code to
install and uninstall it, if one tries to uninstall with
another code, it raises an alarm in the office’
‘Those codes, how do you get them?’
‘It’s manufactured by developers and they sell it to us,
then we protect them using IVC solution.’
‘How do you use the codes?’
‘The codes are used to connect each camera to our
monitoring system. You know the cameras are wireless,
so since no wires connect them, the codes makes the
connection’
‘I know that, what I mean is that how do you install the
code into the cameras?’
‘Okay, that happens during production. Each camera is
made to have a code that have been bought before
packaging and installing them’
‘Hmm…’ She paused and licked his n—–s for some
seconds again. ‘Are the codes always long?’ She stopped
again. She could see disappointment on his face, he was
getting tired of the questions already and wanted her to
complete the job which she had started on his body. She
could already feel his hard manhood touching her bum
underneath.
‘No, the codes are always six characters’
‘And how are six character codes stored?’
‘We use the Nitex Pad in the IVC for keeping them on our
main system. It’s a very secure tool’ he said impatiently,
his body already vibrating for action.
‘Nitex pad’ she mumbled under her breath as she got up
and pushed his chest to lay straight on the sofa. She
touched something on her back pocket as she sat in
between his legs and began to dip her hand under his
shorts.
Paul had lost all his senses at this time, all he wanted was
to consume the lady in front of him and he didn’t realise
that he had just done something which was against the
ethics of his job. He had given so much information, well
, he never thought he was giving it to someone that could
do any harm.
He laid there anticipating what’s next when an alarm
sounded. Tarasha got up hurriedly and took out a tiny
device from her back pocket.
‘Oh! It’s time to use my drugs’ she announced, looking
very worried. ‘I have to rush home now’ she said and
adjusted her top hurriedly. She tightened back the
button of her bumshort which was loose and began to
proceed towards the door immediately.
‘Are you coming back?’ He shouted behind as she opened
the door.
‘Maybe’ she replied and walked out, closing the door with
a loud bang.
Paul felt stupid and miserable as he got up and picked his
shirt which she had flung to the floor. His manliness was
still hard and yearning. He hissed as his eyes met with the
TV screen. Just now, his expectations had been raised
beyond measure and dashed again within minutes when
he was already feeling close to heaven.
~~
9am, next morning.
Dakolo and Ken were driving out of the Jubril’s house.
They had asked some more few questions which
included the names of Jubril’s close friends and
addresses, they got the names of two of his friends who
were also at the party and decided to visit I one
immediately. They got the pictures as planned the day
before. The young lady had helped them to categorize
the pictures into two folders; one containing the guests in
the party which she knew were family friends of theirs
and the other containing those she did not know. The
latter had more pictures in it. All their questions had to
be answered by the young lady as they didn’t see Mrs
Jubril all through their stay. She was said to be slightly
indisposed with fever.
Ken sped off as they drove out of the gate while Dakolo
tried to view the pictures. He started with the pictures of
the Jubril’s family friends but couldn’t recognize any one
as hard as he tried except for two notable ministers in
the country. He gave up on trying without getting to the
last picture in the folder. He decided to wait until they got
to they got to Chief Jubril’s PA who should be able to
identify the guests.
In thirty minutes time, they got to Lanre’s office, he was a
friend to Dare and was also an attendee of the party. He
was asked several questions about Dare and the newly
found friend, Alexander Evelyn.
After answering other questions to the best of his
knowledge, Lanre also stated that there was no
suspicious movement Dare was involved with until he
met with the new friend, Evelyn. He was said to have
changed and stop clubbing frequently like he used to do.
Lanre told them of how Dare started looking miserable
after some days of strange happiness but refused to talk
to his friends about anything, but they were able to guess
that it was either that he was jilted by the girl or he found
out that she was dating someone else. Apart from that
Lanre had nothing more to say.
After thanking Lanre, the policemen found their way out
of his office and headed for Debo’s house. They got there
twenty minutes later and were ushered into his living
room. They began the interrogation at once.
‘Apart from that lady, Evelyn, was there anyone else Chief
Jubril was supposed to meet?’ Dakolo began.
‘No, she was the only one’
‘Did you see her when she came in?’
‘Yes, from afar. I saw her front view for the first time that
day’ Debo said thoughtfully. ‘But it was from afar, I can’t
even remember how she looks like’
‘Then how do you know it was her?’ Dakolo pushed.
‘I heard Chief Jubril talk about her to his family, they
were making jest of Dare immediately she walked in with
another guy’ he answered carefully.
‘Who was the guy?’
‘I don’t know him either, I couldn’t see his face clearly’
he paused and cleaned his eyes. ‘The truth is I’m short-
sighted but asides from that, the only reason Chief Jubril
recognized her from that distance and wth the kind of
lightning was because he knew her face very well before.
He didn’t know the guy too’ Debo explained.
‘Was the lightning poor?’
‘No, but we couldn’t see people far off’ because of the
very bright lights and performers at the stage in the
middle.
‘Hmm…’ Dakolo hummed under his breath while
scrolling through something on his device.
‘…the lady and the guy were both putting on blue clothes.
They were distinctly dressed’ Debo quickly added as he
remembered. ‘The guy was putting on a shiny blue suit
while she was on a short blue gown’
Dakolo suddenly looked up. ‘Would you recognize them
with the clothes if you see the pictures?’
‘Yes, I remember what they wore but it’s a pity there are
no…’
‘There are pictures’ Dakolo cut in. He stood up and
collected the tablet device from Ken. He swiped it open
and went to sit on the arm rest of the couch Debo was
seated on. Debo was surprised on hearing that there
were pictures, he didn’t believe until Dakolo opened the
larger folder and began to scroll through the pictures.
‘Tell me if you see them here or if you see any other
strange person’ Dakolo said to him.
The both of looked into the device intently for minutes,
Debo readily identifying those he knew in the pictures.
‘Here he is’ Debo finally said in a loud voice after ten
minutes. ‘Here’s the guy who came with her, in the blue
suit’
Henry took a glance at the clock after waving at the
security men as he drove in through the gate, it was
twenty minutes past nine am. He had overslept and
ignored the alarm when it rang, waking up later by eight
o’clock, the exact time he was supposed to resume work.
He decided not to rush as he was late already by the time
he woke. It would be his first time of getting late to the
office, and it wasn’t that he was going to be chastised by
anyone.
His eyes met something in the rearview mirror as he
killed the engine. It took sometime for the picture to
finish processing in his brain. He opened the door and
turned to look at it, there was a blue Camry parked at the
parking space at the opposite side. The car park was
constructed to have spaces for cars at the left and right
side and a space in the middle through which vehicles
drive in and out.
The blue car could have been for anybody else but the
plate number was what looked familiar. He got out of his
car and banged the door unconsciously. Locking it again
with the control in his hand. He almost ran into another
vehicle that was trying to occupy the space beside his
car. He apologized to the driver and crossed to the other
side, to inspect the car that got his attention. It was the
same car he thought he hallucinated about the day
before.
He turned to the front of the car to check for the mark
on the bonnet. He couldn’t find it but there were signs of
repainting at the exact spot the mark was supposed to
be. He scratched his head and heaved a sigh. His heart
began to beat fast as he circled the car. Was Omotara
really in the same compound with him? He asked
himself.
He began to walk slowly away, rolling his car keys in his
hand. He decided to take a last look when he got behind
the car. ‘AA689-GGQ’ he read the plate number to
himself again. He moved closer and squatted behind the
car, touching the letters and numbers on the plate, just
to assure himself that the number he was seeing was real
and not a part of his hallucinations.
He got up and walked slowly to the front of the car again,
taking a peep inside. He could see football magazines and
newspapers at the backseats. That got him a little bit
confused. He was a hundred percent sure that Omotara
wasn’t a lover of football, so maybe she wasn’t in the
compound as he thought or maybe the car was brought
in by one of her male accomplices.
He paused and let out a deep breath, thinking of what he
could possibly do to find out who brought in the car. He
took a glance at the security post, he thought of going
there to ask but that would look strange and may raise
unnecessary security scare. A better idea came to his
mind, he turned back and walked to his car.
++++
**Katsina, Katsina State**
Benny and Aisha waited patiently for Cole in the car as
they were set to embark on their first visit to the Ata’s
Foundation. Benny had grown miraculously old
overnight, he had his hair cut lowly, his slightly greyed
hair made him look like a man in his late fifties or early
sixties. His beards were also grey and sturdy. He had a
dark pair of eyeglasses on his face. Aisha who was looking
different already only added some makeups to make her
face lighter than it was. There were both dressed in black
suits.
Soon, Cole appeared and opened the door to the driver’s
side. He was also dressed in a black suit and had grown a
miraculous moustache too. He was made to look older
than his age but not as old as Benny was, he looked like a
man in his late thirties.
His phone began to ring as soon as he settled in the car.
‘Hello boss’ he answered the call.
‘Are you set?’ Tarasha’s voice sounded at the other side.
‘Yes, we are about to drive off’
‘Disguised?’
‘Yes, but not from the house like we planned’
‘Good, make it go smoothly and keep me connected
always. I want to listen live to all of the discussion.’
‘Got you boss’ Cole replied and the call ended. He
dropped the phone and took out a tiny recording device
which he clipped behind his tie.
‘Let’s go’ he said and took a glance at Benny by side and
Aisha at the back before starting the car engine.
+++
Dakolo stared at the man dressed in a blue suit in the
picture, lines of disappointment began to show on his
face as he recognized the person in it. Henry E.G. Dakolo
could still recognize him even though his head was
bowed in the picture. He was seated alone, pouring wine
into the cup.A female bag and another bottle and cup of
wine was at the other side of the table.
‘He looks like someone I know’ Debo said, contorting his
face like someone who just swallowed a bitter pill. Ken
got up from his seat to join them.
‘Okay’ Dakolo said and swiped to the next picture as he
saw Ken approaching. Three other pictures which
contained Henry’s image showed up as Ken joined the
view but luckily, Henry’s face was not shown at all in the
new pictures. It was obvious that the photographer was
more interested in the cloth he was putting on than his
face.
‘Well…’ Debo began after pausing to recollect some
information from his memory. ‘I remember seeing this
man closely that day. I saw him when I went to discuss
something with someone sitting close to his table. He was
sitting alone then too.’
‘So, you saw him very well?’ Ken asked.
‘No, not very well. I was seated at his back’
Dakolo felt a need to hide Henry’s identity for the time
being. He didn’t want to believe what his detective mind
was suggesting to him, that Henry could be one of the
assassins. After scrolling through all the pictures, Dakolo
and Ken returned to their seat with the device.
‘I visited the NSCC’s office like we planned the last time’
Dakolo began after a brief moment of quietness. ‘I spoke
with Henry and he told me that the number was really
Canadian’
Debo shrugged. ‘I don’t really need that information
anymore. I don’t know how Mrs Jubril intend to run the
organization’
‘Do you still have the number?’ Dakolo asked.
‘Yes, but in the office’
‘We’ll need to get it as soon s possible, please’ Dakolo
said and paused to type in something into his device.
After asking some more questions, they left Debo’s
residence and headed back to the office. In the car,
Dakolo was unusually quiet. He kept thinking of the
possibility of Henry being a member of the Samantha
Osman’s group. Maybe he was even the one in charge of
disrupting the cameras system for the gang operations. It
had to be. That was why no solution to the problem had
been found with all the efforts of the other people in the
NSCC. Or how could you explain how Henry was the man
who accompanied the suspected Alexander Evelyn to the
party? The same Evelyn who was suspected to be
Samantha Osman. But he had thought Henry was a
patriotic citizen, committed to nation building and
development. It was hard to believe that Henry is actually
a part of the assassin group.
A thought came to his mind on remembering Henry’s
past association with Dare. He also recalled that the
reason for all the recent killings were still unknown.
Could it be possible that it was no political killing? That
the assassins were embarking on a personal vendetta? It
could be. And it could also be possible that Henry may
have found out that Evelyn Alexander was an assassin
and only decided to help her because Chief Jubril and
Dare were his enemies.
There were two options in Dakolo’s heart now. It was
either Henry was part of the Samantha Osman’s gang or
he helped the gang in carrying out Chief Jubril and Dare’s
assassinations.
Somehow, Dakolo still felt the need the need to dig
further personally. A third and strong option was
developing in his mind. He had a soft spot for Henry
which grew ever since the time the grave injustice was
done to Henry’s family. He decided to hide the picture
which showed Henry’s face for sometime.
He took the tablet device from the backseat. He swiped it
open and clicked the gallery option. He pretended like he
was just taking another look at the pictures while be
transferred it to his own personal device. He deleted the
picture from the device afterwards and spent some more
time with it before returning it back.
+++
‘You’ve not still told me the program you used to
elongate the monitoring time of the system yesterday’
Sylvester said to his new volunteer staff. She was sitting
behind his table with the laptop he had given her to use.
‘Sir, I didn’t use any special program, I only changed the
settings of the same program you were running with’
shereplied him.
‘But how come I never saw that option in the settings
area?’ he got up from his seat and began to make a turn.
Tarasha answered with a shrug. He stood still when he
got beside her and bent to look into the laptop. ‘Can you
show me where it is?’
‘Sure.’ She clicked open the software and waited some
minutes for it to load.
A knock sounded on the door. ‘Come in’ Sylvester picked
up the door control and turned to the door to click
unlock. Someone pushed open the door and walked in.
‘Good morning Mr Sylvester’ Dayo walked in briskly.
‘Good morning Mr Dayo’ Sylvester turned back to receive
him. ‘How are you doing today?’
‘Fine sir’ Dayo said, taking special interest in the lady who
had Mr Sylvester bending over to look into her laptop
while she was comfortable seated. He thought it was one
of their junior staffs who had such effrontery.
‘Alright, how may I help you?’
‘Sir’ Dayo turned his look back to Sylvester. ‘I noticed
that you made some changes to the system yesterday. It
shows that you can actually be receiving notifications
offline for over twelve hours now’
‘Sixteen hours precisely’ Sylvester corrected with a bold
smile. ‘And I’m not just receiving notifications, the signal
would still be strong for the sixteen hours offline
duration’
‘Interesting’ Dayo’s eyes lit up. ‘That’s what we’re talking
about, bright innovation’ Dayo commended.
‘Yeah’ Sylvester flashed his teeth brightly, resting his bum
on the table.
‘I actually came to see if I could learn the new method
from you, I may need to combine something of such in
my new project’ Dayo presented his real reason of
coming.
‘Ermm… ‘Sylvester’s smile diminished, now he knew the
reason for Dayo’s commendation. He had wanted to take
the credit for Tarasha’s work, that’s was part of the
reason he wanted to learn how Tarasha did the job.
‘I didn’t really do it myself’ he finally confessed, after
realizing he had no choice.
‘Oh!’ Dayo gave him a naughty kind of look. Sylvester
could interpret the look as a silent way of saying “I
thought as much, I knew you weren’t so intelligent”.
‘Who did it?’ Dayo asked when Sylvester remained
speechless.
‘She did… We did it together’ he replied, pointing to
himself and Kimberly.
‘Wow!’ Dayo exclaimed, trying to take a peep at the lady’s
face but she would not still look back.
‘She’s my new personal staff, Kimberly’ Sylvester
introduced. That was when Kimberly finally turned back,
she got up from her seat and smiled at Dayo. ‘This is
Dayo, he works with Henry E.G’
‘Nice to meet you sir’ Kimberly said cheerfully as they
shook hands.
‘My pleasure’ Dayo replied, still holding her hand in his.
He wondered silently why she wasn’t looking back until
Sylvester introduced her. ‘So how did you do it?’
‘I was about to show him when you came in’ Tarasha
replied and sat back on the seat.
‘Okay’ Dayo said and joined Sylvester as they both looked
into the laptop to learn grim Kimberly.
+++
2pm, same day.
‘Afolabi David, Audu Noah, Sunny Nkem, Nwakolo
Ezekiel’ Ken read aloud, looking into the computer
screen. ‘All found dead, in the same event centre’
‘And these guys are also the suspected kidnappers of
Henry George?’ Dakolo asked, taking a glance at Ken.
‘Yes, Afolabi David is the head of their gang’ Ken
answered.
‘Where were their bodies found?’
‘Their bodies were found in the security department, the
same place Dare’s body was found. The same type of
bullets were found in their bodies’ Ken expatiated,
pausing from time to time to look at the screen..
‘According to the report we got from the investigation,
these guys were part of the security officials provided by
the Jubrils for the event’
‘Hmm… How do we connect this?’ Dakolo muttered.
‘Henry E.G stated that Dare was the only person he
suspected. I think Henry was contending for something
with Dare and he got threatened’ Ken said.
‘With this, it’s highly possible that Dare was behind the
kidnap’
‘Well, sir. One case solved already’ Ken said with a smile
on his face. ‘The kidnappers have been discovered. It’s a
pity that they are late already.’
‘Yes, but there’s still a lot more to this’ Dakolo said
thoughtfully.
Henry’s face popped up in his mind again, he took a deep
breath. Now it has been discovered that not only was it
Henry’s long time enemies that were killed, even his
recent kidnappers were also killed. Henry was looking
more dangerous to him. Very soon, he’ll have no choice
than to spill it out to Ken. He already had a strategy in
mind to use once he fully verifies Henry’s personal
involvement in the assassinations. Although, Henry’s
involvement have been verified enough according to
police standards, he still needed to do more verifications
because of his long time emotional attachment to Henry.
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Don stared around the large living room in awe,
astonished at the excellency of interior decor. His eyes
met with the President’s picture on the wall and the Vice
President’s beside it. The Vice President looked a little bit
younger in the picture but not as young as when Don had
first met him. That was over ten years ago. Don was still
under training then. He remembered how surprised he
felt when he saw Elvis who was then the Inspector
General of Police, notable for his harshness against all
sorts of crime, come to patronize his boss. Since then,
Don had stopped trusting anyone, no matter the level of
innocence displayed by them to the public.
Don kept on wondering what job the man had for him
that was so urgent that an order for his immediate return
from Cameroon had to be made. A question arose in his
heart. How did the man get his contact? He asked
himself. Even when he had tried his possible best to cut
off all connections with Nigeria for the short time he was
planning to stay in Cameroon. He discarded the question
with a brief smile. He remembered that Elvis Richards
used to be a crook who had contacts with several other
crooks. Once a crook, always a crook.
One thing he admired about the man was his ability to
keep people so faithful to himself, no one had ever come
out to mention his name or implicate him in a crime.
Don thought he had not been so lucky in that aspect; he
felt betrayed by Cole, Aisha and Benny.
Don stood up in respect as Elvis Richards walked into the
living room. He was dressed casually, in a blue shirt and
black shorts which stopped above the knee, a pair of
black leather sandals on his foot.
‘Don’ Elvis gave a crooked smile, noticing the great
change in Don’s look, it wasn’t the same Don he knew.
Don smiled back. ‘Your excellency’ he hailed in a coarse
voice and bowed. ‘Good afternoon sir’
‘Good afternoon, thanks for honouring my call.’ Elvis
offered him an handshake.
‘Anything for your Excellency ‘ Don replied as he received
the warm handshake.
‘Please have your seat’ Elvis said and sat on the couch
close to Don.
‘Thank you sir’ Don replied and took his seat.
‘Don’ the Vice President called as he began the main
discussion. Don fixed his eyes on the man’s face at the
sound of his name. ‘What have we done to you?’ Elvis
added.
Don couldn’t hide his surprise at the question. He
narrowed his gaze and held his breath.
‘Why have you decided to punish some of us?’ The Vice
President continued. ‘Or is there anyone who has
requested that you disturb us so much like this? You
know I can pay you double if you reverse the attacks’
Don looked more confused, wondering what the man
was talking about. ‘I don’t understand sir,’ he spoke
softly.
‘You do’ Elvis said and relaxed back. He folded his arms.
‘You went to rest in Cameroon while you sent your guys
to do the jobs here’
‘What job are you talking about sir?’ Don asked.
‘The three recent assassinations that the whole country is
still talking about. I don’t know of anyone else who is
powerful enough to carry out those attacks except you.’
Elvis answered.
Don stayed quiet for a while, realizing that he was being
credited with Tarasha’s job.
‘The police is putting much effort into that case now and
I’m telling you that very soon, they’ll catch up with you.
That’s why I’ve called you personally to know the reason
behind these assassinations, so that you can seize the
attacks before the police gets you.’ Elvis stopped and
waited for Don’s reply.
Don stared silently for a moment. He licked his lips slowly
and exhaled before he began to talk. ‘Are you talking
about the killing of the Minister of Health, Rivers State
Governor and the former minister of defence?’ He asked
a question with an already known answer.
‘Yes’ Elvis answered briefly.
‘I wasn’t involved in any of these jobs, neither do I know
how they were carried out’ Don stared calmly.
‘Huh?’ Elvis stared at Don in surprise. ‘You don’t know
about the assassinations?’
‘Yes’
‘Then who could be the one behind it? You gang was the
only one I can think of. I don’t believe that there’s
another gang that is capable enough to break through all
the security systems we have in place right now’
‘My gang isn’t involved in it’ Don insisted.
‘Are you sure that none of your trained boys are taking
these jobs behind you?’
‘No, none of my boys can handle those kind of jobs.’ Don
said the truth in his heart but refrained from saying it
out. He tried to come up with a suitable answer for the
VP’s question. ‘None of my boys would dare do that’ he
finally said with a threatening chuckle.
‘Are you sure of what you’re saying?’
‘Yes, they wouldn’t dare do a job without my permission’
Don insisted.
‘Then who the hell could be behind these Samantha
Osman’s attacks?’ Elvis burst out loudly, a confused look
appearing on his face.
‘She is’ Don said in a calmer voice, staring at the floor
and rubbing his palms together.
‘Who is?’ Elvis looked up hurriedly and asked impatiently.
‘She is’ Don said calmly again, unmoved by the man’s
countenance.
‘Who is she?’ Elvis held his breath, mentioning each of his
words slowly, one after the other.
‘Samantha Osman, she is behind the attacks’
‘Samantha Osman? Is she real?’
‘Yes, she is.’
‘But the police have tried to search for her records but
found no perfect match’
‘How did that try to find her records? Was her fingerprint
gotten?’
‘No, that would have solved the issue’
‘I don’t think she’s a Nigerian, the police would not still
find her in our records but we can then trace it to other
countries’
‘Is it possible that she’s really a part of the suspected
world assassination gang? The same that has been
terrorizing the US and some other countries?’
‘She’s likely a part. While I was in Cameroon, I found a lot
of similarities between her operations and the other
assassins in the other countries. The seem to have a
central gang’
Elvis paused and inhaled a deep breath. He brushed his
lowly cut hair backwards with his bare hands. ‘But the
good news now is that you know her’ he stated.
‘Know her?’ His face turned expressionless.
‘Don’t you know her? You just told me some things about
her’
‘I know her name and some other things about her. I’ve
never seen her face and I’ve never worked with her or
spoken with her’
‘Do you know who she is working for and why she’s
killing those people?’
Don had to think for some seconds before answering. He
was sure that the Vice President had called him for a job.
Spilling every information he had now could make the
man change his mind and not commit to him the job
anymore.
‘I don’t know why she’s killing anyone, I guess she’s just
doing the job she has been sent’ Don finally said.
‘You don’t think she’s on a personal mission?’
‘No, I don’t think so. She’s a trained killer like me and she
drops anyone she has been paid to’
‘Then who is paying her?’
‘Ermm… I don’t know.’ Don lied, for personal reasons.
The first reason was that he may not be taken serious if
he mentions Chief Gab as her sponsor because the man
was just a newly freed prisoner who was trying to gain
his stability, no one would believe that he had enough
money to sponsor the assassinations. Even Don himself
does not know the source of Chief Gab’s funds. Another
reason was that he could lose the job he was expecting
from the Vice President. The man may decide to go
through other ways in dealing with Chief Gab and not
involve him anymore. The third and most strong reason
was that letting out the identity of his client as an assassin
was against his job. He was supposed to protect his
client’s identity, no matter what may be; even if the client
had stopped working with him, as far as the client hadn’t
turned to his enemy. Letting out the identity could also
cause danger for himself in the future.
‘Do you think it can be someone outside the country
since she isn’t from Nigeria herself?’
‘I don’t know who it may be and I’ve not had any reason
to investigate since she has not crossed my path.’ He lied
again.
‘Now that I’ve brought her to your path, can you find out
for me?’ Elvis asked and got up to his feet. ‘The reason
I’m really getting myself involved in this is because her
operations have taken out two of my close friends
already. I don’t know who her next target is, my life
could be in danger’
‘Yes, I can find out for you sir’ Don answered confidently.
‘But she’s very dangerous and not easy to deal with, I
would require a lot of money’
Elvis turned to stare at Don’s face, he gave him an
expressionless look. ‘Come on, you know money is not
an issue. I’m ready to pay any amount it would require as
far as you’ll find out the reason for the killings’
‘That’s a simple job sir’ Don assured.
‘Consider it done.’
The Vice president sniffed and turned back. He took out a
pill from the pocket of his shorts and threw it into his
mouth. He turned back to Don after crushing the pill with
his teeth and swallowing it.
‘Can you kill her?’ He threw an unexpected question to
Don.
‘You said?’ Don shivered a bit at the question but tried to
conceal his fear.
‘Can you kill her for me? After you find out the reason for
what she has done airway l already’
‘That won’t be an easy task sir, but it’s possible’ Don
remarked. The task had been made a weightier but he
wasn’t planning to back out.
‘Are you capable of doing this job?’ Elvis asked, for the
first time doubting Don’s ability.
‘Yes sir’ Don replied, trying to show more confidence.
‘Like I said earlier, she’s also a specialist like myself, so it
won’t be easy to drop her like any other small assassin.
But it can be more easier for me now.’ He added a
mischievous smile.
Elvis narrowed his gaze at him with an expression to ask
what Don meant by the last statement.
‘Now, I have the federal might; I have you at my back’
Don began to explain. ‘I’m also aware that you are
working closely with all the security bodies to ensure
they nab this assassin. I’ll have access to the police data
and investigation on her through you’
Elvis nodded slowly in agreement with Don’s proposal.
‘I’ll make sure you get everything you need. Just get this
girl for me’ he said in a determined tone. ‘I want you to
start the job immediat…’ He stopped abruptly as a
thought struck his mind. ‘I want you to start
immediately’ he continued, with his face squeezed. ‘But I
want to know something’
‘What’s that sir?’ Don fixed his gaze on the man’s face.
‘You said that you don’t know about her apart from her
name. You’ve not seen her before, is that?’
‘I actually know more than her name sir, I know more
about her and members of her gang. As at the time they
dropped the Governor of Rivers State, they were only
three people working with her. Those three, I know them.
They are younger assassins, but well trained and
developed.’ He expatiated, consciously omitting his role
played in supplying the members to her.
‘Just three?’ The man’s face showed surprise.
‘Yes, but I don’t know if they’ve increased or decreased in
number now’
‘But they are led by Samantha Osman? Or she’s just the
major hitman?’
‘She’s the Boss, she leads them’
Elvis nodded slowly and thoughtfully, impressed by the
confidence displayed by Don in answering his questions.
Even the police weren’t so sure as this about the results
of their investigations. He decided to push further with
more questions.
‘Is Samantha Osman the same person as that girl whose
records were found?’ Elvis asked, tapping his head as he
tried to remember the girl’s name.
‘Aisha Bello?’ Don suggested.
‘Exactly, Aisha Bello.’ Elvis affirmed.
‘Aisha Bello works for her, she’s not the same person
with Tara…’ He stopped and cleared his throat. ‘Sorry,
Samantha’
‘Okay.’ Elvis turned and dipped his hand into his pocket
to take out another pill. ‘When would the estimate of
your requirement be ready?’
‘Tomorrow sir’
‘Alright, get it to me as soon as possible.’
‘I will sir’
‘Okay, the boys would take you back to your hotel now.’
With that, Elvis walked away from the living room.
Like a huge construction project, an estimate bill for an
assassination project like this also had to be done. Unlike
other petty jobs where they’ll just name the price to the
client immediately, several other considerations have to
be made in this and then something similar to a bill of
quantity is presented to the client.
Don rose up immediately the man walked out of sight.
Though he was sure this new job would not be an easy
one as he already knew Tarasha’s capabilities, he was still
had a personal determination to ensure that Tarasha’s
reign come to an end. He had already developed a rivalry
between himself and Tarasha when she came in between
his association with Chief Gab and even outsmarted him
after he tried to deliver her team to the police through
Aisha’s flaw. That was part of the reasons he fled to
Cameroon to stay with his friend and plot his comeback.
His plotting was still going on when Chief Elvis had called
for him to return to Nigeria urgently, only for him to find
out that the person troubling the Vice President was the
same person who sent him out of the country. He was
therefore going to make use of this opportunity and
make sure that Tarasha regrets coming to Nigeria.
Episode 65
~~
**11am**
Dayo walked back into the control room smiling. For
him, learning something new was good, but learning it
from a very beautiful and intelligent lady was
extraordinary. He stared more at her face than the
computer screen when she was explaining. Her gentle
and soft way of speaking made an impact in his heart, he
watched as her sexy lips moved while she explained to
him and Sylvester.
‘Kimberly E. Alexander,’ he murmured to himself as he
proceeded to the seat he previously occupied.
He was too lost in his thoughts to notice the gazes that
were on him. Henry and the other developer had fixed
their eyes on him as he entered noisily and began to
bounce to his seat like someone who has just won the
star prize of the Young C.c’s Readers’ contest. It was until
he sat in front of the computer and looked up that he
met with Henry’s gaze.
Henry gave a chuckle. ‘What’s up with you?’
‘Nothing sir,’ Dayo answered, surprised seeing the look
on his colleagues faces.
‘How can you say nothing?’ Henry’s friend, Frank
retorted. ‘You walked out over an hour ago and returned
smiling like someone who just finished riding a hot
chick.’
Dayo smiled at the nastiness of Frank. ‘I was coming
from Mr Sylvester’s office’
‘Mr Sylvester’s office?’ They both asked in unison. Henry
faced front and continued with his work.
‘Yes,’ he replied and tried to face the computer set.
‘Hmm…’ Frank cleared his throat and gave Henry a
mischievous look. ‘Hope it’s not what I’m thinking?’ He
muttered to Henry. His voice was loud enough for Dayo
to hear.
‘What’s that you’re thinking?’ Dayo raised his head to ask.
‘Nothing really,’ he said and burst into laughter. ‘It’s just
that I’ve not seen anyone come out of that place smiling
or laughing. You’re the first I’ve seen, so I’m wondering if
the man has become a comedian overnight.’
‘It wasn’t Mr Sylvester that got me smiling. I met his new
staff,’ Dayo began. ‘She’s intelligent and beautiful. She’s
the one behind his prolongation of the monitoring time’
‘Oh! I see.’ Frank took a quick glance at Dayo as if to look
at his face for a confirmation of his words. He turned
back quietly to his work.
‘Is she really that good?’ Henry asked, turning back again
as he seemed to develop more interest.
‘Yes, she is crazily good.’ Dayo widened his eyes to
emphasize his point.
‘Did you see her work on the system?’
‘Yes, she showed I and Mr Sylvester what she did on the
system yesterday. That’s why I was there for so long.’
Dayo replied with an excited voice.
‘Okay, maybe I’ll have to see her for myself.’ Henry said
and quickly punched some keys on the computer
keyboard. ‘Is she’s still in Mr Sylvester’s office?’
‘I left her there.’
Everyone’s attention suddenly turned to the door as it
opened. Sylvester popped in his head, his eyes searching
the place. His gaze met with Henry’s. He entered and
closed the door.
‘Good morning Mr Henry and Mr Frank,’ he greeted with
a kind smile.
‘Good morning sir,’ they both replied at the same time.
‘Mr Henry,’ Sylvester called as he got to Henry’s front.
The smile on his face was replaced with a serious look.
‘Agent Dakolo just called,’ he said almost in whispers, his
voice bearing a warning tone.
Henry frowned, ‘what did he say?’
‘He’s coming here, to see you’
‘When and about what?’ Henry asked. Fear gripped his
heart at the thought of facing Agent Dakolo again. Maybe
the man was finally coming to arrest him for lying about
the Jubril’s job, but there was no way the Agent was
going to know if he was lying or not except if Sylvester
had told him. He shivered at the thought of Agent Dakolo
questioning him again, maybe inviting him for a lie
detection test this time around. Was he going to get
caught for defending Omotara, who was probably
somewhere trying to play another fraud on someone
else. The fear of being caught and labeled as dishonest
and a person who harbors criminals terrorized his heart.
He began to consider if it was really worth it to take the
risk hoping that Omotara had changed for a better
person or to give up and confess to the Agent with an
apology. He was sure that with an explanation, the Agent
who was also like a brother to him could help and cover
him up.
‘I don’t have that detail, he’s coming to see you
personally and he’ll be here in fifteen minutes.’ Sylvester
replied.
‘Okay, thank you sir.’
+++++
Jefa returned from the market sweating heavily. Of
course that was expected due to the stress experienced
in the busy local markets on the market days that comes
up in an interval of five days.
A tricycle had brought him and his goods from the
market. He first stopped at his store to drop the goods
meant for business which was eighty percent of what he
bought. Now he had come home with foodstuffs and
other things he bought for home use.
He sank into the weak sofa tiredly and let out a deep
breath. Everywhere was silent, except for the sounds of
the fan blades which were just accelerating. Jefa closed
his eyes to rest a little but soon sank into a deep sleep.
~
The day was bright and sunny. The sidin singing heard
from every corner of the street was enough to announce
to an alien that it was Sunday and churches were having
their morning services.
Jefa was seated in the passengers side of the white Range
Rover, Omotara was driving. They both looked happy,
dressed in matching white native attires. Jefa was moving
slowly to the sound of the worship song being played,
Omotara was miming along.
They got into the church compound and Omotara
followed the directions of the Traffic Marshals and
stopped where they instructed her to. She switched off
the AC and killed the car engine. In few seconds, both of
them stepped out of the car. It was Thanksgiving Sunday,
they could hear the Thanksgiving hymn being led by the
choir and sang by the large congregation. Omotara held
with her her tablet device which contained a Bible and
writing applications while Jefa preferred to go with a
paper Bible, a pen and a notepad.
The ushers welcomed them warmly and handed them
the Thanksgiving leaflet before directing them to the
available seats. They got comfortable seats close to the
centre of auditorium and dropped their Bibles and
gadgets on the chair while they joined the congregation
to complete the hymn being sang.
Few minutes later, they were seated and other segments
of the service began. Several Thanksgiving verses were
read from the Bible and different categories of people
are called out to dance round the church and give their
Thanksgiving offerings. Omotara and Jefa stood up and
joined the group when the coordinator called out those
who surrendered their lives to Christ in that year. They
had their Thanksgiving envelopes in their hands as they
danced to the front of the altar with the other people in
their category.
The dancing paused when they got to the front of the
pulpit and very few people with outstanding testimonies
were called out to share with the rest of the
congregation. They dropped their offerings and began to
dance back to their seats, Jefa noticed that Omotara was
distracted. She had seen something and slowed her
dance steps. She was flashing her teeth happily at
someone. Jefa glanced at the choir stand and saw Henry
seated in front of the keyboard, flashing his teeth back at
them happily. He took a hand off the keyboard and
waved at them. Omotara and Jefa waved back and faced
front.
Just before they passed the front row, they saw another
familiar face seated on the second row. He was a
government official who had once done them evil, he
was shaking his legs to the beat of the song being played.
Omotara smiled on seeing him but Jefa was indifferent.
Reason being that Omotara had forgiven him and other
offenders since she repented but Jefa was still trying to
completely forgive them. He silently prayed and
confessed words of love under his breath.
The government official looked up and met with their
gazes. His smile diminished, in fact, he was visibly shaken.
Omotara and Jefa ignored him and kept dancing back to
their seats.
The church service ended two hours later and some
church members began to depart to their homes
immediately while most began to greet themselves and
break into groups. Omotara politely excused herself
from Jefa and made her way to the choir stand to meet
Henry. She met him about standing up from the
keyboard. There were three people arranging chairs in
front of him, they were those who wanted to learn how
to play the keyboard.
‘Hi,’ Henry greeted with a smile on seeing her. He excused
himself from the learners and proceeded towards
Omotara.
‘Hello,’ Omotara replied his greetings, with a smile too.
‘I was just planning to come and greet you and your
brother before you leave.’ Henry gestured for them to
walk to the back.
‘No, don’t bother.’ She refused politely. ‘Don’t keep your
students waiting, I’ll extend your greetings to my brother’
‘Hehe’ Henry chuckled. He was staring at something
behind her. She glanced back to see.
Jefa was walking towards them, making funny faces. She
gave way as he moved closer and had a handshake with
Henry.
‘Good morning sir,’ Henry bowed in respect.
‘Good morning Henry,’ Jefa replied. He placed his hands
behind him and took glances at the faces of both of
them. The way he was looking at them made Henry bow
his head in shyness. ‘When are you guys getting married?’
He threw a surprising question.
Omotara stared at her brother with her mouth agape.
‘Married? Who told you we are planning to get married?’
She asked.
‘I don’t need an Angel to tell me that, I can perceive it in
my spirit.’ Jefa replied with a smile. He turned to Henry
whose face was still bowed. ‘You’re the man, talk to me.’
He said and gave Henry a playful jab on his arm.
‘Brother, come on leave him and let’s go.’ Omotara said
playfully and grabbed her brother’s arm. ‘You bring a
wife to the altar first, then you can now talk about me.’
She held Jefa’s hand and turned to look at Henry’s face.
‘We’ll be leaving now, I’ll call you when we get home’
‘Let me see you…’ Henry tried to offer.
‘No need,’ Tarasha cut in. ‘Go back to your students.’ She
gestured with her eyebrows for him to look back. He
glanced back to meet the eyes of his waiting students all
fixed on him.
‘Alright then, we’ll talk later.’ He said and waved them
bye. Jefa offered him another handshake before turning
back to leave.
Henry stood on the same spot and watched them walk
out of the auditorium holding hands together. The smile
on his face was that of a proud man. He was proud he
had being able to help the two of them become better
persons. Now they looked happier than they used to be.
In ten minutes time, Omotara was already driving out of
the church compound with her brother. The plan was to
visit the nearest Mr Biggs outlet and take a meal there
since they couldn’t wait to eat before coming to church
in the morning.
They spotted the closest one and stopped by to take the
meal. In another thirty five minutes, they were on their
way home. It was after fifteen minutes of driving that
Omotara began to notice a black Lexus 2031 model Jeep
following them from behind. She kept mute and said
nothing to her brother, wanting to verify first in order
not to make a false alarm to the unsuspecting man.
‘Where’s this you’re going?’ He asked when she took a
route which doesn’t lead to their home. She didn’t reply
him, but he could see that her eyes were fixed on the side
mirror. He looked back to check what it was. ‘Are they
following us?’
‘Definitely, they are.’ She replied.
‘What? Who could that be and why…’ He paused while
counting the number of men in the Jeep, two men were
seated in front while one was at the back. ‘Three of them,
why are they following us?’ He asked no one in particular,
he was sure that Omotara was quite as confused as he
was.
The roads was in that estate was not too busy with cars
that day as it was Sunday. So there was no car
obstructing the Jeep from them. Omotara increased the
speed of their car. The trailers increased theirs too.
Soon, they began to hear gunshots from behind.
Omotara did all she could to hasten their escape but it
was futile. The two tyres at the back of the car were
deflated wth bullets by the men. Omotara’s driving skills
helped her bring their car to a stop, else it would have
resulted to an accident, but maybe an accident would
have been better.
The Jeep caught up with them and two men came out.
One of them remained in the car, it was the same
government official they had seen in the church.
The two scary looking men came out with their guns in
their hands. They pulled Jefa and Omotara out of the car.
The government official soon came to join his boys.
Other motorists and pedestrians on the road has turned
back and fled on seeing what was happening.
‘Kill the man and bring me the girl.’ He commanded in an
evil tone and turned back to the Jeep.
One of the men cocked his gun and pointed it straight at
Jefa’s forehead. Jefa could hear Omotara screaming and
begging for pity as the bullet was released.
…to be continued
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Henry ushered Agent Dakolo politely into his office, he
opened the door and waited for the man to walk in
before closing it. He poinresthim to the visitor’s seat and
turned round his table to take his seat. He quickly cleared
up some documents on his table and faced Dakolo, ready
for the interrogation.
He was prepared for Dakolo, ready to save Omotara
from him but prepared to do it wisely. He was going to
say everything he knows about her as a friend if they ever
discovered that they were. But he wasn’t going to tell him
of his personal discovery he made about her being a
fraudster. He had also changed the system evidence he
had for his investigation about the Canadian number. He
then sold a lie to Sylvester, about how he made a mistake
in the investigation, that the number was really Canadian.
He knew that Sylvester did not swallow the lie but he felt
less concerned about it since he had changed the system
evidence. That way he could get himself out of any
coming trouble as he was just a private investigator who
was doing his job.
He was only a bit worried about Sylvester’s new
volunteer staff. With the way her intelligence and
competence was talked about. She may be able to
provide evidence of the number being fake. He didn’t
think it was necessary to go and see her again, after he
had heard about Dakolo’s coming. He was now thinking
of a way to make Sylvester stop her from working any
longer with him, before she puts him in trouble.
Dakolo stared around the office quietly, not minding
Henry’s eagerness for him to start the questioning. After
satisfying his eyes, he turned back to Henry. He placed his
elbow on the armrest of the chair and rested his chin on
his palm as he stared straight into Henry’s face.
Henry was uncomfortable, he could not understand the
meaning of Dakolo’s stare but the look on the agent’s
face suggested that he was disappointed in Henry for
something Henry had done.
‘Henry,’ Dakolo finally began after two minutes of silence,
he sat up and rested his back properly.
‘Sir,’ Henry replied in low tones, trying to avoid meeting
the man’s gaze.
‘Who is Alexander Evelyn?’ Dakolo asked his first
question.
Henry was silent for some seconds. He knew Dakolo had
found out something else and that was the reason for the
question. After much contemplation, he finally spoke.
‘She’s my friend.’
‘Your friend?’ Dakolo’s eyes widened in surprise. He was
not surprised that Henry knew her but he was surprised
at the endearing manner by which Henry called her his
friend.
‘Yes, my friend sir.’ Henry insisted.
‘For how long have you known her?’
‘It’s not up to a month yet,’ Henry answered.
‘That’s recently’
‘Yes’
‘How and where did you meet her?’
‘I met her in Abuja, we ran into each other in a computer
gadgets store’
‘And you became friends since then?’
‘Our friendship did not start immediately, we still had
other encounters after that’
‘When did you finally become friends?’
Henry scratched his head a little, trying to remember the
exact time they started talking, ‘About a week or two
after the first encounter.’
‘Was your encounter after or before you started
investigating her?’
Henry raised his eyebrows, ‘investigating her? I didn’t do
anything like that.’
Dakolo licked his lips and chuckled, ‘Henry, you want to
tell me that you are not aware she owns the Canadian
number you were sent to investigate?’
‘The client never gave me the owner’s information, he
only told me to verify the number’
‘Okay, and you didn’t get the customer’s information?’
‘I wasn’t asked to, so I didn’t go that far’
‘I see…’ Dakolo nodded his head slowly as he tried to
process all Henry had told him and come up with a new
question. Henry seemed confident about his answers, he
thought. Maybe he was also a victim and Evelyn
Alexander had only used him for her operation.
‘How close were you to Evelyn?’ Dakolo started again.
‘Very close. We got so close to each her within a short
while.’ Henry replied.
‘How close? A romantic kind of close?’ Dakolo asked,
gesturing with his hands.
‘Kind of,’ Henry reluctantly answered. ‘We got as close as
that sometimes.’
Dakolo paused and rested his hands on Henry’s table. He
narrowed his gaze and continued. ‘Are you in love with
her?’
Henry was made temporarily dumb by the question. He
didn’t know what answer to give, he didn’t even have the
answer. He wasn’t sure if the passion he felt for her
wasn’t something more than love.
‘I don’t know,’ he finally answered.
Dakolo smiled for her first time that day. He took out his
Android device and unlocked it. He operated on it for few
seconds before dropping it on the table.
‘I found out from the file of your kidnap case that she
was the same person that you were kidnapped with,’
Dakolo continued.
‘Yes, she was’
‘And you led them all the way to her in Elymax hotel to
pick her.’
‘Yes, they were disguised as policemen. They also had
similar ID cards to that of the police.’
‘Why didn’t you call someone to report of your arrest?’
‘My phone was seized, they didn’t allow me call anyone.’
‘Oh true! I read that also,’ Dakolo said, picking up his
device again.
‘Your kidnap, do you think Evelyn knew nothing about
it?’
‘She couldn’t have known anything, she was also a
victim.’
‘But the way you escaped from them is still illogical. The
explanation you gave doesn’t really make sense. You said
you were unconscious?’
‘Yes, I was.’
‘And then she told you that the assassins fought amongst
themselves?’
‘Yes.’
Dakolo smiled again. He read something quickly to
himself from his device and dropped it on the table. The
smile on his face gave way for a serious look. ‘Were you
aware that Evelyn was working with Chief Jubril Lawal?’
Henry thought of lying, but that would only complicate
issues for him. He decided to say the truth but hide the
extra details. ‘Yes, she told me. The day before we were
kidnapped, I was with her when Dare Lawal also came to
see her.’
‘Did you know before that time that they knew each
other?’
‘No, I was just getting to know Evelyn.’
‘Okay, what happened that day?’
‘Dare came in and met us seated together in the
restaurant. He was furious and couldn’t wait, he rushed
away from the place immediately’
‘And did she follow him?’
‘No, she stayed with me. I told her my story.’
‘And how did she react?’
‘Ermm… Just the way every other person would react.’
Henry replied, consciously omitting the information
about her “God outburst” and her story which she also
told him.
‘Okay… When then did she tell you about her business
with Chief Jubril?’
‘After I told her my story.’
‘And wasn’t that the same day you were given the job to
investigate the number?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you by any chance mention to her about the job?’
‘No, I wasn’t even aware that the job was for Jubril Lawal
then’
‘And you think she didn’t find out in any other way,
before or after that day?’
‘I don’t think so, she never mentioned a word about it to
me and I never did also.’
‘Okay, so you were kidnapped the next day and didn’t
spend up to twenty four hours with the kidnappers?’
‘Yes.’
‘Don’t you think the kidnap is related to Chief Jubril’s
job?’
‘No, the main suspects I have are Dare Lawal and
Samantha Osman.’
‘Samantha Osman?’
‘Yes, then I was on her case and I thought it could be her
team that carried out the kidnap.’
Dakolo gave a brief laugh at Henry’s last words. Henry
was now sounding more like a victim of circumstance to
him now. He wondered how Henry would feel if he hears
that Evelyn could have been Samantha.
‘But right now, who do you think it was?’
‘I don’t know’
‘We now know your kidnappers,’ Dakolo announced, he
saw Henry’s face brighten up a little. ‘But they are all
dead,’ he added. Henry looked confused.
‘Dead?’
‘Yes, but the strange thing is that they all died in the same
events centre that Jubril Lawal and Dare died. They were
murdered by the same assassin group.’
Dakolo sighed and picked up his device again. He opened
it and clicked some commands in.
‘Henry,’ Dakolo called softly in readiness to ask the main
question. He was sure in his heart of Henry’s innocence
about the assassination but as a detective, he couldn’t let
his heart deceive him, he must throw his questions as
strict and professional as possible even if he had an
emotional attachment to the interrogatee.
‘Did you attend Chief Jubril’s birthday party?’ His face
had lost all his smiles, warning Henry not to try denying
the truth. If Henry would deny his presence in the party,
then it meant that Dakolo’s heart had been deceiving
him, Henry was surely working for Samantha’s group and
all his innocent way of answering questions was just an
act.
Henry stopped to think for some seconds. He thought of
answering no since he wasn’t an invitee but just
accompanied Omotara to the event. No one knew about
his attendance, so it was better if he hid it completely. He
cleared his throat. ‘I…’
~~~~~
Jefa grabbed his chest as he felt like a sword just pierced
through his heart. He was panting heavily and sweating
profusely despite the high speed of the fan blades. He fell
on his knees, still feeling the pain in his chest, and trying
to fathom what happened to him.
It was all a dream. He rubbed his sweaty forehead with
his hand and got up. He tried to stretch his body, the pain
was reducing slowly. After stretching, he sat back and
began to ponder what the dream could mean. This was
the second dream he was having in recent times and the
both dreams had ended badly. Does it mean that
reuniting with Omotara will bring them ill luck? Then if
that was the case, he was ready to give up reuniting with
her. It was better for them to go on with their lives the
way they have been living and for him to act as if he
hadn’t seen her. He took out his phone and searched for
Henry’s number. He stared at it for some seconds before
deleting it from the phone memory.
~~~~
‘Thank you ma,’ the visitor’s appreciated as Mrs Attahiru
ushered them into her office.
‘Please, have your seats.’ She pointed them to the three
seats already prepared for them and turned to seat on
her own swivel.
‘Thank you,’ Mr Alfred, the elderly man who led the team
appreciated once again.
‘You’re welcome,’ Mrs Attahiru gave a warm smile. She
was dressed neatly in a black skirt suit, looking smarter
than other elderly women of her age. She had an eyeglass
with think lenses on. Her dark hair was plaited neatly in a
traditional style, it was obvious that the hair was dyed as
it look too black and without grey strands for a woman
of her age.
‘I was glad when we were informed that we were going to
have Nigerian representatives from your organization,’
the woman began with a smile. ‘It’s good to have sons of
the soil relate with us. I believe you’ll be more passionate
about people in your own country.’
‘Actually ma, we were the ones who initiated this
project.’ Mr Alfred joined cheerfully. ‘We pushed in
Nigeria when the organization was trying to select an
African country.’
‘Wow! That’s what I’m talking about. I know you guys
would have more passion for your country.’ She
remarked happily.
‘Yes ma, there are lots of needs in our country and we
recognize that. That’s why we mentioned your
foundation which is recognized for the good works it has
carried out all over Africa.’
‘Nice, I hope we’ll have a great time working with you.’
‘You’ll surely do ma.’ Mr Alfred assured with a kind smile.
‘Like we agreed before ma, we’ll carry out the
distribution this Saturday. We have the funds available
already. All we need is to do it under the name of your
organization. The bags of rice would be ready tomorrow.
But I don’t know how ready your team is for inspection.’
‘Humm… We may not really need to do so much
inspection.’ She said, adjusting her eyeglass. ‘The supplier
is a partner of ours and we are sure of their quality, we’ll
just do a brief overview.’
‘That’s okay, deal done then.’ Mr Alfred and his whole
team smiled.
‘Yes.’ Mrs Attahiru joined them.
‘One more thing ma,’ Mr Alfred quickly added. Mrs
Attahiru paused to pay attention. ‘We’ve been thinking of
organizing a conference here in Nigeria in collaboration
with your organization. We want to use the conference to
inspire the wealthy citizens towards devoting their time
to helping the less privileged in the society.’
‘Wow! That’s a nice idea.’ Mrs Attahiru’s face brightened
up. ‘We’ll be glad to work with you on that.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Yeah but ermm…’ She paused as a thought came into
her mind. ‘How are you planning to achieve that? You
know that the wealthy people in our society may snub
conferences like that giving excuses of their busy
schedule. Most of them may see it as a fund raising event
and just send peanuts to our account without coming for
the conference itself.’
Mr Alfred smiled, ‘We are aware of that challenge ma and
we have a plan to fix it already.’
‘Can you share the plan?’ Mrs Attahiru seemed excited.
‘Simple! We are going to be inviting elites from other
countries whose charity works have been laudable. When
those in Nigeria hear of the top profile people coming,
who are far wealthier than they are, they won’t be able to
snub the conference.’
‘Hmm…’ Mrs Attahiru was speechless.
Mr Alfred chuckled, ‘it’s a huge program that’ll require a
lot of money but we are ready to fund it. Some of our
partners in Europe are also ready to provide maximum
support.’
‘Nice,’ Mrs Attahiru was visibly wowed by their plan.
‘We’ll need something important ma,’ Mr Alfred quickly
put in, acting like it just came into his mind.
‘What’s that?’
‘This project is a huge project and we’ll need a lot of
support from the government. We’ll like to meet with the
Senate President who is your son and relay this plan to
him.’
~~~
Henry stopped to think for some seconds. He thought of
answering no since he wasn’t an invitee but just
accompanied Omotara to the event. No one knew about
his attendance, so it was better if he hid it completely. He
cleared his throat. ‘I…’
The doorbell interrupted. Henry paused to check who it
was on his computer. Frank it was, standing with a laptop
in his hands.
‘I thought I told you I was coming to do something
urgent and important.’ Frank muttered with so much
disgust in his voice. ‘I’m busy Frank,’ he said into the
transmitter. ‘Please come back later, or better still, I’ll
join you when I’m done.’ He watched Frank leave before
turning back to Dakolo. Dakolo’s eyes showed his
impatience to receive the response to the question he
had asked.
Henry cleared his throat as he was about to continue. ‘I…’
Henry tried to continue but couldn’t. Somehow he felt a
strange kind of fear surge through his heart. One that
told him that he was about to put himself in deep
trouble. His head began to ache him severely, he felt as if
his head was being used to play football.
‘I’m still waiting,’ Dakolo said impatiently on seeing
Henry’s reluctance to talk.
‘I did,’ Henry finally said, releasing a deep breath
alongside with it.
A bitter frown formed on Dakolo’s face. He felt
disappointed in Henry for attending a party organized by
Jubril, somehow in his heart, he was hoping that Henry
would have proof enough to claim that he wasn’t in the
party and that the person seen in the photo was just a
lookalike or the camera position had only made their
faces resemble. But he was still happy that Henry did not
deny the truth, that would have showed that he was
guilty.
He was also sure that Henry felt remorse for attending
the party, the reluctance to answer the question already
showed Henry’s disappointment in himself and regret for
attending the party.
~+~
‘Miss Kimberly,’ Sylvester called as he proceeded towards
her table. He had given her a space in an open office with
four other occupants to stay. She was at the end corner
of the office while two other tables were on the same line
with hers. The tables were several centimetres away from
each other, giving each occupier space and privacy.
All eyes followed Sylvester behind as he marched on to
Kimberly. The other employees who were sub regional
staffs had been surprised when Sylvester introduced her
as a special staff who was to share the same office with
them. As far as they knew, she had no specific job
description or duty, some of them had began to spread
rumours that she was Sylvester’s concubine.
‘Kimberly,’ Sylvester called again as he dropped a paper
on the table, ‘I want you to confirm if this number was
cloned or not, can you do it?’
Kimberly took the paper from the table and looked into
it. She took in a deep breath and made her acceptance
known with a nod to Sylvester. ‘Yes sir, I can.’
‘How long would it take you to get back to me?’ Sylvester
asked.
‘Before the end of the day.’ She replied.
‘What??’ He opened his eyes widely in shock and folded
his arms, staring at her like she was an alien. She stared
back at him in surprise. He calmed himself and lowered
his voice. ‘Mr Henry asked for three days to work on it.’
Kimberly chuckled. ‘Yes, it’s even possible to use up to a
week or more, especially when you have to contact the
network providers over there. Why I can use less than a
day is because I already have links there, I have links in
Canada. If not, I would have needed to use three to four
days too.’
‘Okay, I understand.’
‘Yes… But sir,’ Kimberly stared into his eyes. ‘I thought
you said Mr Henry did it already?’
‘Yes,’ Sylvester replied with a sigh. He pulled an empty
chair and sat on it. ‘He did it when the late Chief Jubril
requested for it but now it’s the police that needs it. A
senior agent just gave me the job to do now’
Kimberly stared at him, still unsatisfied with his answer.
In just two days, she had become so comfortable with
him to the extent of questioning him. She had been his
lecturer for that two days, explaining to him several
things which she did that he didn’t have knowledge of.
‘What about his report?’ She asked.
‘It’s with him,’ Sylvester answered with another sigh. ‘It’s
just that we want the investigation to be carried out by
another person.’
‘Okay, but can I still get the report? I Just need to check
out some processes that would make the job easier. With
that we can even finish the job in less than an hour.’
‘Mr Henry is busy right now with the Agent in his office,
and he is not even aware that we are carrying out a
reinvestigation,’ Sylvester explained in a very low voice.
‘The Agent wants me to keep it secret from him, so I can’t
go to him.’
‘It’s okay sir, I’ll do what I can do.’ She replied and began
to work immediately on the laptop.
‘Thanks,’ Sylvester said with a smile. ‘We’ll need to
discuss tomorrow and conclude on the terms of your
job, so that you can start fully.’
‘Huh?’ Kimberly opened her mouth in surprise, looking
elated by the news. ‘Does that mean I’ve gotten a job
already.’
‘Yes,’ Sylvester replied happily too. ‘For the rest of this
month, you’ll work with me and I’ll be responsible for
you while we try to create a space for you and sort out
your responsibilities.’
‘Thank you sir, I’m grateful.’ Kimberly got up to thank
him, covering her mouth with her palms to show her
extreme happiness.
‘It’s okay.’
~+~
Ken and a junior officer sat in front of the computer, the
junior officer scrolling through some pictures with the
aid of the mouse while Ken paid special attention to the
screen. After going through the pictures of Mrs Dakolo’s
daughter earlier, they selected the two pictures of the
blue suited man who was said to accompany the
Canadian business lady to the party. The new pictures
that were being examined were pictures taken by the
press after the assassination had occurred. The press had
come to take pictures and videos of the scene after the
news of the man’s death broke out to them. This
particular set of report was the one gotten from the
desert reporters.
They finished viewing the pictures without seeing
anything significant and moved on to the videos. After
playing two videos, the third and last one was being
played. A desert reporter was in front of the camera
reporting the sad incident. The advanc scene was videoed
was the car park.
‘It’s okay,’ Ken said when the video was about to come to
an end without any useful thing seen. ‘Make sure you
copy those files completely before returning the flash
drive to them, I’ll need to see everything again.’ Ken
ordered and got up from his seat, stretching his body.
‘Okay sir,’ the junior officer replied and clicked on the
pause icon.
‘Oh!’ Ken exclaimed as his face met the screen again.
‘What’s that?’ He asked pointing at something on the
screen. ‘Please play.’
The blue suited man was incidentally captured by the
camera, it looked as if he was looking for something at
the park.
‘Zoom it,’ Ken ordered in a loud voice. The officer
zoomed the video and clicked pause. Henry’s face was
shown but not too clear there. Ken couldn’t recognize
who it was. ‘Take a screenshot and send it to Femi, let
him search for that face and get back to me as soon as
possible.’
~+~
‘How come you attended the birthday party? I could
have never imagined that you’ll ever attend any function
organized by Chief Jubril,’ Dakolo said in a painful tone.
Dakolo’s stare was piercing through Henry’s heart,
making him feel more guilty and regret going that day
with Omotara. Henry bowed his head, ashamed of
himself, he couldn’t speak also.
‘You were even one of the well dressed males in the
event.’ Dakolo continued. ‘What did you go there to do?
To have revenge?’ Dakolo began to raise his voice in
anger.
Henry took a quick glance at Dakolo’s face at the sound
of the revenge allegation. ‘No, nothing like that sir, He
tried to find his voice.
‘Then explain why you went to the party with Samantha
Osman?’
‘Samantha Osman?’
‘Yes, that Evelyn was Samantha Osman.’ Dakolo alleged,
in a bid to make Henry confess if he ever had any
suspicion or was aware if Evelyn was the same as
Samantha.
‘Evelyn is not Samantha,’ Henry argued, sure in his heart
that he was saying the truth.
‘She is Samantha,’ Dakolo insisted with a strong note. He
got up from the seat and picked his device, he
unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them up.
He got beside the wall and stood directly under the air
conditioner. He stared at Henry from where he was.
‘Your Evelyn is the same person as Samantha Osman,’ he
stated again.
Henry shook his head in disagreement. ‘A man was the
one who killed Jubril Lawal, not a lady. So we shouldn’t
even be talking about Samantha Osman now in relation
to Chief Jubril’s murder. Furthermore, Evelyn could be
anything else; she’s not a killer.’
Dakolo gave a chuckle and walked away from the wall
back to his seat. He sat down and positioned himself to
face Henry. ‘Since everybody is saying that it was a man
who killed Chief Jubril, then that man must be you,
Samantha sent you.’
‘No, why would I do such? I can’t kill anyone neither
have I come across any Samantha Osman.’
‘D–n! You did it to take your revenge of course.’ Dakolo
hit his hand on the table violently, making Henry more
uncomfortable and scared of the situation. ‘The man and
his son were your enemies, you killed the both of them
on that same day and You didn’t kill them only, you also
killed your kidnappers.’
Henry’s mouth was left open in shock. He couldn’t
believe that the Dakolo could accuse him of
assassination. Dakolo’s phone rang, he took out his
phone and stood up on seeing the caller.
‘Officer Ken…’ Dakolo spoke softly, walking slowly to the
window area. ‘You… ‘He said in a shocked tone and made
a quick turn to Henry, he tried to conceal his surprise.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll do that myself.’ He said and cut the call.
Henry was still perplexed by all that was happening, his
heart couldn’t accept Dakolo’s allegation that Evelyn was
the same person as Samantha Osman. He couldn’t agree
that she wasn’t Samantha Osman or an assassin but he
was quite sure that she was Omotara Danjuma, a
fraudster.
He could remember well how she left him at the table
that day and never returned, he also remembered that
she mysteriously disappeared from the place but his
feelings for her had beclouded his sense of reasoning.
Dakolo gave Henry the shock of his life when after he
ended the call, he took out a key and removed an
handcuff from behind as he proceeded towards the
table.
‘I’m sorry Henry, this has gone beyond my personal
investigation. You’re expected in our station right away.’
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3pm, Same day
Mr Sylvester finally returned to the office several hours
after he left with no explanation. Those who had seen
him leave said that he left with Henry E.G who had been
handcuffed by a Special police agent and led out of the
building. Rumours began to fly around immediately. Few
minutes after the Agent had led Mr Henry away, a Lady
who was one of the occupants of the office where
Kimberly was had gone out for a short break and heard
the rumour. After spending more than the duration of
her break period, she returned to tell the other
occupants of the office what she had heard. How the
special agent took away Henry in chains with Mr Sylvester
pleading to get an explanation from the Agent. They said
the Agent insisted that Mr Sylvester had to come to the
police office if he wanted to know anything about the
matter.
Different versions of stories were cooked up
immediately, especially as the event occurred few
minutes to most of the worker’s official break time.
Some people said that Henry E.G had used his wide range
of knowledge to defraud the Central Bank, some said he
had hacked into the country’s Treasury system and
redirected some of the monies to his account while some
said that he had stolen money from the NSCC. All these
stories were unconfirmed yet, but still spread around
rapidly because the gossipers needed something to feast
on. Only Mr Sylvester who went to the police office and
Kimberly that Mr Sylvester had mentioned the matter to
had an idea of the real cause of his arrest.
‘Welcome sir,’ Kimberly could hear her colleagues in the
office greet in unison. She raised up her head to see who
they were greeting, it was Mr Sylvester walking towards
her without responding to the greetings from the other
staffs.
‘Sir,’ she said softly as he got to the front of her table.
He sat on the empty seat and let out a deep breath. ‘
Kimberly, how are you?’ He asked in a fatigued tone. His
countenance clearly showed that something was wrong.
‘I’m fine sir, I’ve checked your office and I found out that
you were not around.’ She replied.
‘Yes, I went to the police office with Henry E.G. He was
accused of being an accomplice of Samantha Osman,’
Sylvester said to her in a low voice, he placed his elbow
on the table and buried his face in his palms.
‘Samantha Osman? What’s the basis for their allegation?’
Kimberly asked.
Sylvester raised up his head. ‘He accompanied a lady to
late Chief Jubril Lawal’s party recently, I never saw that
lady but I’m aware that they were friends and most likely
lovers, they both stayed in the corporation’s house for a
couple of days.’
Kimberly took in a deep breath and stared into the air,
she knew the police was closing in on Tarasha already.
She was sure that Henry would confess to knowing her
once he faced the Nigerian police torture. She had learnt
about their method of forcing out truth from their
suspects and she was sure that Henry would not have the
skin for it. She even wondered why Henry had not told
them everything about her already, why did he have to
be arrested by the police. What she thought before was
that he had already told all he knew about her to the
police.
But she was the one who made the fatal error. Henry was
supposed to have been killed already but she left him
alive for some reasons which was inconsistent with her
mode of operation. It would take much more effort now
to clear Henry and the mess he had created and was
going to create.
‘So the police alleged that the lady is Samantha Osman?’
Kimberly questioned.
‘Yes.’
‘Hmm…’ She heaved a sigh and then folded her arms.
After some seconds of silence, she turned the laptop to
Mr Sylvester. ‘Here’s the report for the job you
requested.’
Sylvester looked at the screen immediately and
continued scanning through the report for few seconds,
reading the words under his breath. ‘So, it’s a Canadian
number truly?’ He commented after reading it.
‘Yes.’ She replied and turned back the laptop to herself.
‘That’s means Mr Henry was right about it,’ he said.
‘Please print out the report, it would be of advantage to
us and Mr Henry.’
‘Alright sir,’ Tarasha said and bent to pick up the cord for
the printer. She plugged it in and tapped the shortcut for
print on the keyboard. ‘Sir?’ She called after sending the
document to the printer.
‘Yes,’ he answered, the tone of fatigue still sounding in his
voice.
‘Do you really think that Mr Henry did help the assassin
to murder Chief Jubril?’ She asked in a concerned tone.
‘I don’t even know what to think,’ he sighed and rested
back. ‘I don’t know what to think. I’ve always felt Mr
Henry’s passion to put an end to the assassinations by
our input as the NSCC, so I don’t believe he would help
the assassin but with this strong claim by the police that
one of the assassins was seen with him, I don’t know
what to think anymore?’
‘Hmm…’ Kimberly inhaled deeply as she collected the
printed document from the lady who brought it to them.
She stared into the paper for some seconds before
handing it over to Sylvester. ‘Would he be granted bail?’
‘I’ve contacted a lawyer on his behalf, I’m sure he cannot
sleep over in the police cell tonight. He’ll be granted bail
but the Agent said he’ll be placed under close watch. He
told me to advise him not to play any tricks.’
‘Is it that serious?’ Kimberly widened her gaze and folded
her arms as she rested her back.
‘Yes, something that involves the assassin group
Samantha Osman leads is serious. Another thing the
Agent made mention of is that Henry may be a member
of the assassin team.’
‘Hmm… What a pity!’ She exclaimed in a really pitiful
tone. ‘That means that he would not be free to move
around anymore.’
‘Yes, his movement would be restricted and he’ll be
followed everywhere. Even in his house, he’ll be
monitored.’ Sylvester replied.
‘Yes, so he’s staying in his home tonight?’
‘Yes,’ Sylvester answered with a slight groan as struggled
to stand up from the seat.
‘His house…’ Kimberly repeated severally under her
breath. That was all the information she needed to have,
she just wished that Henry wouldn’t have spilled out too
much information before the police grants him bail.
‘I’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes time sir.’ She announced
to Sylvester who was about to turn and take his leave.
‘Oh!’ He turned back slowly and sat back. He stared at her
face and put on a smile. ‘Thank you for your help Miss
Kimberly.’ He said.
She smiled like a child without saying anything. The man
took out his wallet and phone from his pocket. He
dropped the phone on the table and opened the wallet,
he then counted ten thousand naira and took it out. ‘I
learnt that you have a car,’ he said as he returned the
wallet into his pocket.
‘Yes, I do,’ she answered, a little hesitant.
‘Okay, you can get fuel with this,’ he said as he handed
her the money.
‘Oh!’ Her eyes lit up with gratefulness. ‘Thank you sir, ‘
she said as she took the money.
‘You’re welcome.’ He replied with a smile of satisfaction,
glad that she was happy to receive his gift. ‘I have to do
some work now,’ he said as he got up.
‘Alright, till tomorrow sir.’
‘Bye.’
‘Bye sir.’ She said she watched him leave, he had
forgotten his phone on the table. The eyes of the other
people in the office turned to her as Sylvester walked out
of the place. She ignored them and turned back to the
laptop. The smile on her face totally disappeared
immediately.
She closed the laptop after shutting down and
disconnected the power cord. She then picked the phone
which Mr Sylvester had forgotten, it was his most used
phone where he received both business and personal
calls. She swiped it open and opened his call settings
hurriedly. After scrolling through for some minutes, she
minimized the program and opened Xender, an app for
transferring files. She took her own phone and opened
his Xender on it too, she connected the phones and then
transferred into his phone another app. It entered within
few seconds and she installed it immediately and made
the settings to track his phone calls, she then hid the app
and refreshed the phone memory. She straightened her
cloth and got up from her seat, wanting to go to Mr
Sylvester’s office to return his phone but the man walked
back into the office just in time.
~
Fifteen minutes later like she told Mr Sylvester, she was
out of the main building and was proceeding to where
her car was parked. The first thing she spotted when she
got there was Henry’s car, parked at the opposite
direction. He must have seen her car, she was sure. That
was the goal for bringing the car anyway, to make him
suspicious about her presence there and begin to try to
find her, then she would lure him into her a trap. But
with the new turn of events, that strategy would not work
anymore, she needed him to be unaware of her presence
now, she wished she had never brought her car. But she
still had nothing to worry about, there was always a plan
B.
The device in her bag began to beep loudly as she moved
closed to the boot of her car. She gave an evil smile, she
knew that Henry wasn’t going to leave without doing
anything when he sees the car. She brought out her
device and checked the notification, she silenced the
alarm after dismissing the notification. She returned her
device back into her bag before searching around the car
for the tracker that had been placed there.
After five minutes of futile search, she took out her
device again and clicked open the app which notified her
of the tracker’s presence.
‘Basta*d!’ She cursed under her breath as she began to
scan the body of the car with her camera. Scanning the
outer body didn’t yield the result, so she began to scan
under the car. That was when she located the tracker,
installed somewhere close to the tyre. She pulled out the
tiny device and dropped it on the floor. She cursed Henry
in her mind again before proceeding into the car.
As she drove out of the compound, she spotted a police
vehicle entering into the compound. She drove away
hurriedly, something had to be done about Henry that
night. It had to be that night.
~~~~
Sylvester had barely settled in his office when his phone
rang, he checked the screen and the caller ID displayed
was the police office.
‘Hello,’ he answered the call.
‘Mr Sylvester, I’ve sent some boys to your office now and
they are already in the compound. They have a search
warrant with them, I’ll like you to cooperate with them
and lead them to Henry E.G’s office.’ Agent Dakolo’s voice
came through.
‘It’s okay sir.’ Sylvester ended the call with a sigh of
frustration, he buried his face in his palms and let out a
deep breath.
He suddenly remembered something and picked up the
phone again. He dialed the police office.
‘Any problem Mr Sylvester?’ Dakolo answered the call.
‘No problem sir,’ Sylvester replied. ‘Like I told you
before, the result for the reinvestigation of the number
was supposed to be out today. It’s out already, I’ll send to
you the document through your boys.’
‘Okay, but what was the result?’ Dakolo asked.
‘The number is Canadian.’
Dakolo gave a very short but threatening chuckle. ‘Mr
Sylvester,’ he called in a low voice but rigid tone. ‘Don’t
get yourself into trouble trying to help out a suspect,’ he
warned.
‘No,’ Sylvester said with fear in his voice. ‘I’m not trying
to help him out. I wasn’t the one who did the job, I’ve
never done that kind of job. I gave it to a capable person
who doesn’t even know Mr Henry personally.’
‘I hope so, because if I find out that you’re trying to help
him, I’ll make sure you get into trouble with him and I
assure you it won’t be easy to come out of it.’ Dakolo
said, still in a threatening tone.
‘No, nothing of such sir.’
‘If that’s the case, send me the document then.’
‘Okay sir.’ Dakolo said as he ended the call, his doorbell
sounded immediately. He checked his computer screen,
his expected visitors and his secretary were at his office
entrance. He picked up a bunch of keys and a card from
his drawer, he also took the result document and folded
it into an envelope before getting up to join them.
Episode 67
Henry had been left to sit alone in the dark room for
more than an hour without seeing anyone or hearing
anyone talk. He rested his head on the table and began
to think about the woes he had brought upon himself
by becoming friends with Omotara. He remembered
that she tried to resist their friendship but his accursed
self was the one who continued to push even with the
embarrassment and soldiers harassment she had
caused him on their first encounter. He didn’t stop
until she gave him her number and agreed to have
lunch with him. Remembering all that now, he
wondered why he still had so much feelings for
someone who had caused him so much pain and who
he had not even spent up to three weeks being friends
with. An annoying thing was that he felt a strange kind
of satisfaction that the police arrested him instead of
her, he didn’t think he would love to see her go
through the rigorous prosecution by the police
especially as she was already involved in the fraud
crime.
He thought of how he was going to escape from the
trouble he was in. He could only see two ways out,
either to spill out all he knew about her or to pretend
not to know her beyond their few days friendship. The
former would be the best option, the latter could even
get him into deeper trouble.
A flash of light came in as the door opened, three
people walked in and the last one closed the door. On
came a fairly bright light hung on the ceiling directly
above where Henry was seated. Henry could now see
the faces of the officers proceeding towards him.
Dakolo sat directly opposite him behind the table while
Ken sat beside Dakolo and the third officer took a
standing position.
‘I’m not saying anything until I see my lawyer,’ Henry
protested without waiting to hear any word from the
officers first.
‘Your lawyer is not here yet but don’t worry, you’ll
have enough time to discuss with him. We’ll grant you
bail after these few questions we’ve got for you. ‘
Dakolo replied in a calm voice.
‘I’m still not answering any question,’ Henry said
stubbornly.
Dakolo smiled. ‘You want to make things hard for
yourself then, we will have to force you to speak.’
‘I’ve spoken enough to you already, I want to see my
lawyer first,’ Henry insisted, trying to feign confidence
even though he was scared of facing their torture
sessions.
‘You’ve not spoken enough yet, you’ve not told us all
you know about that girl Evelyn Alexander.’ Dakolo
said.
‘I told you all I know already. She’s a business woman
who came from Canada, we met and became friends.
She invited me to accompany her to Chief Jubril
Lawal’s party and I did, what else am I supposed to tell
you?’ Henry began to answer the questions again
unconsciously.
‘You said you never left the table at that party but she
left you for several hours and even left the venue
without you, how could a good friend who took you to
to a party do that?’ Dakolo played along. ‘Who was the
man who you said came to pick her.’
‘I don’t know him nor do I remember his face. All I
know is that they were discussing business and they
went to the exhibition centre.’ Henry answered,
consciously omitting the first question.
Dakolo paused for a moment and stared at Henry’s
face. ‘Who stopped the cameras at the event centre
from working?’
‘How am I supposed to know that? My job description
in the NSCC does not involve securing cameras for
event centres.’
‘But you were in the event centre at that time.’
‘Yes, I was there. Seated and enjoying the show like
other guests.’ Henry replied in a stern, determined
voice. ‘Don’t you guys understand, for someone to
have obstructed their system that day, the person
must have gotten into their control room.’
Dakolo’s phone rang. He stood up and walked away
from the table before answering the call, he spoke in
low tones for few seconds before he returned.
‘We’ve reinvestigated the Canadian number and we’ve
gotten the report,’ Dakolo continued the session,
planning a trick in his mind.
Luckily for Henry, he was absentminded and didn’t
hear the last statement immediately, it took him
sometime to process what Dakolo said, so the
response he gave was not the “shocked response”
Dakolo was expecting. ‘Who reinvestigated it?’ Henry
asked, acting indifferent.
‘You don’t need to know that,’ Dakolo said in a
threatening voice and got up to sit on the table. ‘The
important thing is that we’ve discovered who you are,
we discovered that you’re a liar and a criminal.’
Henry chuckled, he didn’t fall for the trap. ‘Agent
Dakolo,’ he called calmly. ‘Was that the result of the
reinvestigation? Who I am? I thought it was an
investigation of number you did not an investigation
about me.’ Henry didn’t believe in his heart that any
reinvestigation had even occurred.
Dakolo bit his lips and got up from the table angrily. It
was obvious the trick didn’t work for Henry but instead
of Henry’s confidence to show innocence to Dakolo, it
further proved how hardened Henry was. ‘Release him
to the lawyer after telling him the terms of the bail.’
Dakolo said to Ken before storming out of the room.
~~
5pm
‘Thanks,’ Tarasha said as she paid the filling station
attendant and closed the fuel tank. ‘Hey! Please’ she
called back the attendant who was about going to
attend to someone else.
‘Yes,’ the lady replied her impatiently.
‘How do I get to Ordoz Palace road from here?’ She
asked.
‘You’re almost there, just drive straight down and ask
again.’
‘Oh thanks,’ Tarasha said and turned to enter into the
van. She put on her seatbelt and drove out of the filling
station. She had been trying to follow the map to
locate Henry’s house for over thirty minutes now and
she was almost getting confused, thinking that she
wasn’t on the right track. She got to the road and
drove straight down as directed. Soon enough, she
needed not to ask any question again as she recognized
the street. She also located his house without stress.
She kept driving several metres away until she got to a
suitable place to park the van. She halted the vehicle
and stepped out. She straightened her black shredded
Jean trousers and her black shirt. She began to walk
back the several metres to Henry’s apartment.
Henry’s apartment was a duplex that was rented for
him by the NSCC when he joined them. The house had
a high fence surrounding it like most of the houses in
the area.
As an observant person that she was, she noticed a guy
taking a stroll down the road like her too. From the
way he was dressed and how he comported himself,
Tarasha was able to decipher that he had been asked to
keep an eye on Henry’s house. She saw him staring at
the gate as she passed, she played along too and
strolled by without stopping in front of the house to
raise suspicion. As she passed the gate, she noticed two
more persons. That was when she began to think about
tryng to attack Henry in his house, it may not be the
best strategy to use, she would need to make another
plan ready in case this one doesn’t work out.
She took a fifteen minutes walk to no destination and
then returned to her van. Another idea came into her
mind, it was still possible that her first strategy works
fine.
~~~
Henry finally returned to the NSCC office with his
lawyer at exactly fifteen minutes past five. His lawyer
drove them in his car.
‘I would have preferred that you go home straight to
rest,’ the dark skinned, big eyeballed lawyer said for
the umpteenth time.
‘I have a job I need to round up,’ Henry insisted.
‘It’s okay,’ the lawyer finally gave up.
The car was brought to an halt in the same park where
Henry and Tarasha’s car were parked, under the same
shed as Tarasha’s but had two cars separating them
from Tarasha’s car previous position.
Henry quickly stepped out of the car without waiting
for the lawyer to turn off the engine. He proceeded to
where his car was and still met it there but the blue car
he had placed a tracker on had been driven away and
the space was empty. He felt a bit of joy in his heart as
hopes of finding Omotara again began to rise in his
heart but all his hopes were dashed in few seconds,
after his eyes met with the tracking device on the floor.
He walked towards the parking space to confirm and it
was really it. He wondered how it got detached from
the car, no one could have noticed it where he hid it
except he was seen while doing it. Or maybe he didn’t
fix it properly. He bent down to pick it up and check, it
was obvious that the tracker did not fall off itself but
someone had detached it.
‘What’s that?’ His lawyer asked as he appeared at his
back.
‘Nothing,’ he replied and hid the tracker in his palms.
He turned and proceeded to his car. ‘I’m going home.’
‘I thought you wanted to work in the office.’
‘I changed my mind.’ Henry said, searching his pockets
frantically for his car keys. He then remembered that
he left it on his table in the office.
~~~
6.30pm
Tarasha had driven round the street to check the
position of Henry’s house and how possible it was for
her to get in through the back. Luckily, there was. The
building on another street whose compound backed
Henry’s house was a paper company that already
closed their activities for the day by five pm. Although
the company had provision for two security men to
man the gate overnight, she was sure that it would be
easier to pass through them than facing the spies that
the police had placed in front of Henry’s house. All she
needed now was for the day to get a little bit darker.
She stepped out of her car and sat on the bonnet to
take fresh air. Several people were returning from
work to their houses in their cars and commercial
tricycles while younger people sometimes could be
seen in pairs and larger groups walking leisurely.
Tarasha ran her hand through her hair as the soft
breeze landed on her face. She glanced around the
area where her car was parked, the drivers of other
cars were either in their cars or had left the cars there
but none was seen hanging outside like she did. She
decided it would be better to take a walk than to
remain on the bonnet. Her phone rang as she opened
the car to take it out.
‘Hey Cole,’ she said after answering the call.
‘Boss,’ Cole was half panting. ‘It all went well today.’
‘Where are you?’ Tarasha asked, ignoring his last
statement on hearing the sounds of him panting.
‘At the football pitch,’ Cole answered.
‘This evening? I thought you should be resting.’ Tarasha
replied, surprised at his boldness to tell her that he was
on the football field.
‘No boss, it’s been a long while and I wasn’t sure if I’ll
get the chance to do this soon again.’
‘Okay, so what’s up?’
‘She agreed,’ Cole said with a note of excitement. ‘We’ll
be returning to Abuja for a meeting scheduled with the
Vice President on Friday. I just got the email inviting us
seconds ago and I thought I should tell you first.’
‘Bravo!’ Tarasha applauded as she closed the vehicle’s
front door. ‘Excellent job so far, but hope there was no
complication in anyway.’
‘No, there wasn’t.’
‘Good.’
‘Boss, would you like to read the email? Should I
Forward it to you?’
‘No, don’t bother. I’ll read it directly from the
mailbox.’
‘Okay, boss. That’s all for now.’
~~
6.30pm
Jefa was attending to his customers in the shop when
his phone vibrated in his pocket, there was an
incoming call. After serving a particular set of
customers drinks, he took out the phone and checked
the missed calls log. The number that called him was
unsaved in his phone but he recognized it, it was
Henry’s. Thoughts of Omotara raced back into his
heart immediately and he felt a sharp pain in the chest
at the thought of never seeing her again. He considered
calling Henry back but remembered his decision
earlier that day to stay away from Henry and anything
else that could unite him back with Omotara so as to
avoid the disaster that may follow. Henry began to call
again as he wanted to put it in his pocket. He silenced it
and went ahead to pocket the phone. Barely one
minute later, it began to ring again. He silenced it again
by tapping the volume button without removing it
from his pocket. It rang for the fourth time and he
took it out of his pocket, he couldn’t resist the urge to
answer it anymore.
‘Hello,’ he spoke into the phone.
‘Hello sir, have you heard any word from Omotara?’
Henry’s voice sounded impatient, the car horn and
hoots heard was an evidence that he was on the road.
‘No, why do you ask? She doesn’t know me.”
‘It’s possible she might have tried to contact you
already. I told her about you, so don’t say that she
doesn’t know you.’
‘Erm…. Anyway I want us to stop searchin…’
‘Sir…’ Henry cut in. ‘ If she ever tries to contact you, tell
her to stay out of town and remain in hiding for now ‘
‘What do you mean?’ Jefa asked in a serious tone.
From the way Henry sounded, it was obvious that
Omotara was in a sort of danger.
The call ended without Henry answering. All attempts
Jefa made to reach him after proved futile as Henry did
not answer his calls until later, Henry sent a text
message that he was driving and would call later.
~~
7.30pm
With the black bag strapped to her back and her hand
gloves on, Tarasha raced towards the high fence
separating the company from Henry’s compound and
climbed it. She rolled into Henry’s compound and
made sure she landed with the lowest possible noise.
She detached the rope hanging around her belt and
dropped it on the floor. It was the remains of what she
had used to tie up the security guards in the paper
company.
She had injected into their bodies Benryl which will
make them sleep off for several hours and even forget
totally what happened before the sleep but she still had
to tie them up and cover their mouths with tapes in
case she spent more than the time she planned to.
She threw in a gum into her mouth and began to chew
softly, she placed her hands on her waist as she stared
at the building. It was time to execute the other part of
the plan. She took out her phone and dialed Henry’s
number.
Henry’s case must be solved that night.
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‘Can you zoom it a little?’ Dakolo said to the officer
seated in front of the computer. He and Ken were
behind and viewing the screen. ‘It’s okay,’ he said and
bent to have a good look. ‘Alright, next.’
‘Looking at Henry in the picture, I don’t think he was
involved in the crime. He doesn’t look like someone
who had just murdered the Chief.’ Ken commented.
‘He looks somehow distraught in the video, his eyes
were wandering around like someone who was in
search of something there.’
‘Maybe he was really there to search for the car that
brought him like he told us.’
‘But the range Rover was nowhere to be found. How
could his friend that had brought him along to the
party leave without him?’
‘Hmm… That’s only explainable by him.’
‘There’s nothing to explain there,’ Dakolo said, biting
his lips. ‘That girl is Samantha Osman and she only
used him to fulfill her aim.’
‘True but…’ Ken paused for a while to think. ‘There’s
still something fishy about his response to our
questions, I feel like he’s hiding something.’
‘He’s definitely hiding something,’ Dakolo agreed. ‘You
know he may be feeling guilty of the part he played in
the crime and may not want us to find out.’
‘But why should he still hide it? If he was used, he
should open up to us so that we can all nail the
assassins together.’
‘Hmm…’ Dakolo pondered deeply on Ken’s words.
‘What is he hiding and why is he still hiding it?’ He
muttered to himself. ‘You know he may be scared of
the consequences that may follow.’
The junior officer seated on the chair turned to listen
to the conversation without making his own
contribution, he had been following the details of the
crime from the first day.
‘Only God knows what he could be hiding,’ Ken said to
himself, but still loud enough for the others to hear.
‘Sir…’ The junior officer finally joined in, facing Ken. ‘Is
it not the lady that came in with Henry E.G on the
kidnap case for interrogation that’s the suspect here?’
‘Yes,’ Ken answered, staring at the officer in surprise of
the excitement in his voice.
‘I can’t really recall her face, but I remember that the
camera in the interrogation room was on then, we
might have captured her face.’
‘My goodness!’ Ken exclaimed with a gasp. ‘Do you
have the videos here?’
‘Yes, I’ll search the video out in two minutes.’ The
officer said and turned to the computer. Dakolo and
Ken positioned themselves at his back to look at the
screen. After a minute, Dakolo dragged a chair from
the front of another computer and sat on it. ‘Here’s it,’
the officer opened a folder of several videos. ‘These
were all the videos recorded that day.’
‘Let’s see the exact one,’ Ken urged the officer.
After three minutes of playing and stopping videos in
search for the exact one, they finally found one. Henry
could be seen walking into the room behind a
uniformed officer who was ushering then, then he was
followed by Evelyn Alexander. She had an unkempt
hair on, some part of her attachment were covering
her face.
‘D–n!’ Dakolo cursed under his breath. ‘Why the hell
is she looking down?’ He threw a question impatiently,
to no one in particular.
As they proceeded to the seats prepared for them,
Evelyn Alexander raised her head up but at the same
time began to rub her palm on her face, like someone
who was just getting up from a deep slumber and
couldn’t remember where she was.
‘Wait!’ Dakolo shouted. ‘Rewind,’ he said, pointing at
the screen. ‘Pause!’
Her face was lifted towards the camera now, her left
eye was seen partially but the right eye was covered
with her palms and a part of her face, she continued to
scrub her face with her palm as if her eyes were itching
her until they got to the seat where the officer ushered
them to. Henry sat first, but she carried her chair and
turned it to the other side of the table where she could
sit and back the camera. The video showed the officer
trying to ask her why she changed the seat positioning
but she answered by pointing to her eyes and the bulb
in the room. The officers watching could decode that
she was complaining that her eyes couldn’t
accommodate the light.
Evelyn Alexander sat backing the camera all through
the interrogation.
‘Take it back again,’ Dakolo ordered. The video was
rewound again to the point where her face was lifted
towards the camera. ‘Pause,’ Dakolo said. ‘Can you see
where she’s looking to?’ He asked Ken.
‘Yes, she’s facing the camera directly.’ Ken answered.
‘Look at her pocket,’ Dakolo continued, pointing to the
screen. There was a blinking red light seen on her
pocket. ‘I’ve heard of camera detectors, I’ve never
seen one but I believe that that must be one in her
pocket.’
‘It is,’ Ken affirmed, keeping a serious look on his face.
‘That’s how it works.’
‘Take it back a little,’ Dakolo ordered the junior officer
again. ‘Pause… Play.’
Dakolo stared at Ken’s face and gave him a “I told you
look”. She started rubbing her face immediately the
blinking started, she then took a glance at her pocket
and traced where the light was pointing to.’
Ken shook his head in agreement. They were now
more certain that the lady was Samantha Osman or
another lady who was part of the assassin group.
‘Did you see her face that day?’ Dakolo turned away
from the video to Ken who was still trying to watch the
video.
‘Yes sir…I can’t picture how she looks like but I’m sure
I can identify her when I see her.’
‘Are you sure? With the way she was unkempt?’
‘Ermm… Not too sure sir,’ Ken scratched his head. ‘But
she wasn’t really unkempt except for her hair, the
excuse she gave that day was that she had to hurry out
of the house and couldn’t comb it properly.’
Dakolo took in a deep breath and rested his forehead
on his palm tiredly. He glanced at his wristwatch, it was
7.35pm. They were supposed to have left for their
various homes by that time. He got up and started
pacing around.
‘That girl used Henry, she’s one of the assassins.’ He
said in a thoughtful manner, though loudly.
‘It’s very obvious that he was used sir,’ Ken added.
‘That means we may have to change our way of
investigating and interrogating Henry. He’s very
important to us, now that we know he had a close
relationship with one of the assassins.’
‘Yes sir, I agree.’ Ken said. He placed a finger on his lips
as he thought deeply, silence took over the
atmosphere for some minutes.
Dakolo and Ken suddenly glanced at each other as the
same thought struck their minds.
“D–n! I hope we’ve not made a costly mistake
already,’ Dakolo spoke first, half shouting.
‘Are you thinking the same thing with me sir?’ Ken
eyes, his eyes widened in anxiety.
‘We’ve made a huge mistake by letting Henry go. We
might have put him in danger that way.’ Dakolo said
before sinking into his seat again.
‘Yes, now that he has been invited for interrogation in
our office, the assassins may be after his life so that he
doesn’t spill out any information that would implicate
them.’
‘D–n! I have to warn him now.’ Dakolo hurriedly took
out his phone, he was about to dial a number when a
call came in, from the Vice President.
‘Good evening your Excellency,’ he answered the call
after a little hesitation.
‘Good evening Agent Dakolo,’ Elvis Richard’s voice
came through. ‘Where are you?’
‘I’m still at the office sir,’ Dakolo replied impatiently,
hoping that the man would rush all he had to say.
‘I want you and Inspector Ken to come and see me
now.’ Elvis Richards said in an ordering tone.
‘Sir, we have…’
‘Shhh… I’m supposed to work along with you guys but
you made an arrest today without telling me until I
found out by myself.’
‘Sir, it’s not…’
‘Just come over with Ken and explain yourself, I’ll be
expecting you in ten minutes. It takes less than eight
minutes to drive from your office to my residence. I’ll
be waiting for you.’ With that the call ended and
Dakolo stared at Ken, frustration clearly written on his
face.
~~
After speaking with Jefa over an hour ago, Henry had
still not gone home. He was seated in a restaurant
where he had just taken his dinner. He refused to get
up from his seat after he finished the meal but was
staring at the television set absent-mindedly. The
temptation at first was to go into a beer parlour and
try some alcohol. He had heard about how alcohol
could help people get rid of their worries temporarily,
he was also willing to get his worries off his mind. But
he was able to resist the temptation after coming to
the conclusion that what he needed was a permanent
solution and not a temporary one.
It was until one of the attendants came to his table that
he realized he was the only customer left in the place,
the restaurant was already being locked up by the
workers.
‘Sir, you have to leave now.’ The lady said, rapping her
knuckles on the table.
‘Oh Thanks!’ Henry said and took his car keys from the
table. He searched his pocket for his phone, it wasn’t
there, be remembered he had left it in the car. He
immediately proceeded out of the building and got
into his car, he drove off few seconds later.
~~
“Why the hell isn’t he answering his calls?” Dakolo
murmured on their way to the Vice President house in
a car, Ken was driving.
Dakolo ended the call and dialed another number. It
didn’t take so much time before the officer answered.
‘Hello sir.’
‘Officer, where is he now?’ Dakolo asked.
‘He just left a restaurant and I believe that’s he’s on his
way home now.’
‘Where are you?’
‘Following him behind, but not too close so that he
doesn’t notice.’
‘Make sure you don’t take your eyes off him, he may
be in serious danger.’
‘Okay sir.’
‘I’ll call you very soon again, you may need to reveal
yourself to him and stop him from going home.’
Dakolo added few other things before ending the call.
‘It won’t be easy for the officer to stop him from going
home.’ Ken spoke, few seconds after Dakolo ended the
call.
‘Yes, that’s why I want to reach Henry first.’ Dakolo
replied, dialing Henry’s number again. ‘He’s still not
answering.’
‘Maybe you should try someone else who can reach
him,’ Ken suggested. Their movement was slowed as
there was a little obstruction on the road by a faulty
tanker.
Dakolo quickly took the suggestion and dialed
Sylvester’s number.
‘Agent,’ Sylvester voice came up tiredly.
‘Mr. Sylvester, you have to reach Henry for me
immediately. Try to convince him not to go to his
house, he can go to the NSCC staff house or
somewhere else where there is better security.’
‘Okay, I’ll try and get back to you sir.’ The call ended
and Dakolo let out a deep breath hopefully.
‘Sir…’ Ken called, ‘what if Henry is close to his house
already?’
The road became clear at the moment, Ken took a
glance at his wristwatch before speeding off.
‘That’s true, I should have asked their location from
the officer.’ Dakolo said thoughtfully. ‘Maybe I should
just tell the officer to stop him right away,’ Dakolo took
out his phone. He sighed as a call came in.
‘It’s past fifteen minutes now, where are you?’ Elvis
Richards barked.
~~~
Tarasha covered her nose as sparks of dust were
emitted as she drilled in the screwdriver-like metal into
the keyhole of Henry’s backdoor. The door gave way
and she returned her instrument into the bag. Her
phone beeped as she was about to enter into the
house. She took it out and put it on loud speaker.
‘Agent,’ she heard Sylvester’s voice.
‘Mr. Sylvester, you have to reach Henry for me
immediately. Try to convince him not to go to his
house, he can go to the NSCC staff house or
somewhere else where there is better security.’
Another voice which Tarasha guessed to be the agent’s
voice sounded.
‘Okay, I’ll try and get back to you sir.’ With that the call
ended.
Tarasha kept her phone back into her pocket. The
information didn’t stop her from proceeding inside.
She took a small torchlight from the side of her bag
and used it to brighten her path as she walked into the
darkness in the house.
After walking for some minutes, she was able to locate
a living room, she sat on a stool and took out an
Android device from her bag. She unlocked the screen
and opened an app. A map displayed, she smiled.
Henry was still coming in the direction of the house.
But even if he changed direction, it wouldn’t stop her
from going after him anywhere he changed direction
to, he had to be taken care of that day, no
postponement.
She got up and began to walk deeper into the house,
searching the walls with her torchlight.
~~
Henry’s was just few metres to his gate when his phone
began to ring again. He glanced at the screen, Mr
Sylvester’s ID was displayed. He took his left hand off
the steering and picked the phone, he switched it off
and threw it to the backseat.
Episode 68
~~~
Elvis Richards was seated under a neatly fashioned
bamboo shed, he had a bottle and a glass of wine in front
of him. The excellent lightening in the compound made it
so beautiful and bright as it always looked in the day.
Elvis glanced towards the gate as it opened and Ken
drove in with Dakolo. He walked out of the shed and
began to proceed towards the car park where Ken was
driving to. He got there before Ken and Dakolo.
Ken hurriedly parked the car and killed the engine.
Dakolo was the first to step out, he turned at once to
meet with the Vice President who was standing by the
side.
‘Good evening sir,’ Dakolo greeted with a bow. Ken also
joined him and greeted in the same manner. There was
no response to the greeting from the Vice President, he
just stared at them while he tossed his phone from one
hand to the other.
‘Why are you guys keeping me in darkness?’ He finally
spoke after several seconds of making them feel
uncomfortable with his gaze. ‘Why was E.G Henry
arrested without my knowledge?’ He faced Dakolo and
directed the question to him.
‘Sir…’ Dakolo began hesitatingly, he paused to clear his
throat and put on more boldness. ‘We were actually
going to tell you when we see, the plan we had was that
we report to you at the end of every week not everyday
sir.’
Elvis smiled at Dakolo’s boldness, he took his face off the
officer’s face and began to look to the ground, using his
sandal to rub the grasses.
‘But arresting someone like Henry is different, he’s
supposed to be a part of us, he’s supposed to be part of
those trying to find the assassin and not a suspect.’ Elvis
looked up with a bitter frown, ‘I was surprised today to
find the news of his arrest on the internet, I called you to
confirm and you didn’t deny.’
‘We took him in for questioning sir, because we found
out that he’s been hiding a lot of details from us.’ Dakolo
said.
‘Of course you had to do it, I only have a problem with
you not informing me immediately. What has he been
hiding?’
‘He has a close association with someone who’s
suspected to be part of Samantha Osman’s group, there’s
about ninety percent probability that the person is even
Samantha Osman herself.’
‘How did you find out about that?’
‘We discovered that he attended Chief Jubril’s party with
the lady,’ Dakolo answered shortly, willing to stop at that
but the man’s eyes demanded for more explanation. ‘The
lady he went with to the party is a suspect. Henry also
testified that she was nowhere to be found during the
time of the assassination. He has not seen or spoken to
her since that day.’
‘Interesting,’ Elvis bit his lips, enjoying the release of
information. ‘So, when did Henry leave your custody?’
‘Before evening time,’Dakolo’s response was sharp. His
phone interrupted with its ringtone, he took it out and
checked the caller’s ID, Mr Sylvester. Out of respect for
the Vice President, he silenced the call.
‘And what’s the next step now?’
‘We hope to keep Henry in safety, he can provide us with
useful information if he lives.’ Dakolo stated, hoping the
man’s question would end at that.
‘If he lives?’ Elvis stared at him for more explanation. He
began to trek away from the park slowly, Dakolo and Ken
followed. Dakolo’s phone rang again. He checked the
caller’s ID and silenced it again.
‘Why are you sounding as if he’s in danger?’ Elvis
concluded his question.
‘The assassin group may come for his life, now that he’s
involved with the police.’
‘And haven’t you made plans against that already?’
‘I have, I have four officers watching him, three officers
at his house and one officer following him around, all
without his knowledge.’
‘Isn’t that enough? Four officers should be able to ensure
he’s safety.’
‘Yes sir, on a normal day when dealing with a different
group, four may be enough but with Samantha Osman’s
group, I’m afraid four may not do the job.’
‘So what are you planning to do now?’ Elvis stopped and
asked.
‘I’ve asked Mr Sylvester to convince him not to stay in his
residence for sometime.’
‘Where would he stay?’Elvis raised a brow.
‘In NSCC house, it’s more safer there. No one can easily
break in.’
‘And has Sylvester been able to convince him?’
‘I don’t know, he’s the one that called me some seconds
ago.’ Dakolo brought out his phone, hoping that the man
would allow him return Mr Sylvester’s call.
‘No problem, you’ll call him later.’ Elvis replied,
disappointing Dakolo.
Dakolo returned his phone back into his pocket, waiting
for what else the man has to say but Elvis didn’t speak
immediately. He began to take slow steps again.
‘I want you to keep me updated always, I won’t like to be
surprised again like I was today.’
‘There’s no problem sir.’ Dakolo voiced impatiently,
itching to leave the man’s presence.
‘Wait!’ The man suddenly turned to them calmly, with a
crooked smile. ‘Why are you so much in a hurry?’
‘We don’t want to leave any chance for the assassin
group at all, we don’t want to make any mistakes. We
want to ensure that Henry is somewhere safe as soon as
possible.’
‘But aren’t you taking it a little bit far? You just arrested
him today, even the media hasn’t verified his arrest. How
do you think they’ll find out? Or are you suspecting
there’s a mole working with you?’ Elvis suggested. Ken
shrugged in partial agreement.
‘Mole?’ Dakolo and Ken took quick glances at each other.
‘We don’t think there’s a mole sir,’ Dakolo answered. ‘But
we think if the information can get to the press which we
didn’t give by ourselves, it can also get it to these expert
assassins. Henry may have even let out the information
himself unknowingly.’
‘It’s okay, you can leave.’ Elvis said and walked away
immediately.
Even before the man finished talking, Dakolo and Ken
had turned and began to proceed to their car.
`
Elvis entered into the living room to meet the eagerly
waiting Don and the Inspector General. Both of them
rose up from the sofa immediately they sighted the Vice
President.
‘Henry E.G has a close association with a suspect’ Elvis
said to Don as he continued walking. ‘I don’t know if
that’ll be of help to you.’ He concluded and proceeded
up the stairs, leaving Don and the IG.
Don picked his car key from the sofa where he was
previously seated and walked out of the place after
bowing to say goodbye to the IG.
+++
8.05pm
The gate opened as Henry tapped a button on the remote
control in his car, he drove in with speed and stopped in
the middle of the compound. He took off his seatbelt
before turning off the car engine, he wasn’t ready to park
the car in the right place today. He opened the door to
the driver’s side but remained inside and relaxed back
for about two minutes. He finally got out after taking his
phone from the backseat and proceeded to the left side
of the fence drunkenly, the reflection of light from the
two neighboring compound brightened his way enough.
He tapped two buttons on the wall and the compound
security light came on. He returned to the car and locked
the doors properly before proceeding to the house.
The house was dark as he entered, he closed the door
and began to search the wall with his hands for the bulb
switch. He tapped the switch but there was no light, he
left the particular switch and moved to the wall at the
other side, he tapped the button and there was no light
also.
Unsuspicious of anything, he believed that something
must have gone wrong with the connections in the house
or at the main control point. He took out his phone and
pressed the power button, he began to find his way with
the little light shown as the phone booted. He was able to
get to the first sofa on the left and he sank into it tiredly.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, a slight headache
began to disturb him.
He opened his eyes suddenly as he heard sounds of some
movement. He turned on the flashlight of his phone and
pointed it to his front but saw nothing. He wondered
what it could be, Rats? Cockroaches? He wondered but
none of them could be accommodated in his house due
to proper cleaning and fumigation that takes place
frequently, at least he had seen the documents of the
previous cleanup that had been done before he moved
in. The movement must have been heard in his
imagination, he concluded.
~~~
8.10pm
It was over two hours now and Jefa had not heard
anything else from Henry, his heart was greatly troubled
as he couldn’t imagine what kind of trouble Omotara was
in. He wasn’t stable enough to go to his business place
that day, all efforts made to reach Henry back proved
abortive.
His earlier decision was to stay away from Henry and
Omotara but with the panic at hand, he couldn’t go by
that decision. After several minutes of contemplating, he
picked up his phone and dialed Henry’s number again. It
was still switched off. He couldn’t take it any longer, he
got up from his seat and put on his shirt. He proceeded
towards the door and wore his palm sandal placed
beside the doormat before hurrying out.
~~~
‘Hello Mr Sylvester, sorry I couldn’t answer your calls. I
was with the Vice President.’ Dakolo said hurriedly into
the phone. ‘Have you been able to reach Henry?’
‘No, he wasn’t answering his calls. His phone is even
switched off now.’Sylvester replied.
‘D–n!’ Dakolo muttered. ‘Please keep trying,’ Dakolo
said to Sylvester before ending the call.
‘Sir…’ Ken called in a calm voice, wondering why Dakolo
was in so much panic, it wasn’t that they were sure that
the assassins were coming for Henry that day, so he
wondered why Dakolo was acting like he had gotten
information that someone was going to kill Henry that
night.
‘Yes,’ Dakolo took a brief glance at Ken.
‘I think we should take it more calmly, I believe we have
capable people watching him already, they’ll alert us if
there’s any problem.’
Dakolo was about to dial another number but he paused
to ponder on Ken’s word. Ken had spoken the truth but
Dakolo still had the strange feeling to act urgently, he
wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything happens
to Henry.
He went on to dial the number and his call was answered
in few seconds.
‘Sir,’ a gruff voice sounded.
‘Officer, where are you now?’ Dakolo asked.
‘In front of Henry’s house, he’s gone inside already. I’m
watching with the other officers.’
‘He just drove in?’
‘Yes, few minutes ago.’
‘Can you get into his house for me? I want you to talk to
him and try make him believe that he is in danger and
shouldn’t sleep in that house tonight, it’s not safe for
him.’
‘Where should I tell him to go to?’
‘The NSCC house is safer for him or you can tell him to
follow you to my place. I’ll just meet you on the way.’
‘Okay sir, I’ll try go inside the house now.’ The call ended.
Dakolo heaved a sigh, he glanced at Ken who was looking
less worried. He unlocked his phone’s screen again and
opened the dial pad, he scrolled down to Henry’s
number and dialed it, not really too optimistic about it.
He relaxed back and put it on loud speaker.
His eyes widened in excitement as the call went through
and Henry’s ring back tone began to play. But his
excitement was suppressed few seconds later when the
call was not answered by Henry. He tried two more times
before giving up. As he closed his eyes to relax a bit, his
phone rang again.
‘Sir, he’s not responding to the bell.’
Several thoughts ran through Dakolo’s mind at that
moment. Maybe Henry was not just answering the bell
the same way he wasn’t answering his calls or maybe he
wasn’t answering because an enemy was already fighting
with him in the house. It was also possible that Henry was
planning to do something.
‘Try more, I’ll call you back now.’ Dakolo cut the call as
another idea flashed through his mind on how to reach
Henry. He clicked on the message icon and began to type
in a message.
~~~
Henry felt angry as Dakolo’s call came in the third time,
the gate bell was also sounding at the same time. He
guessed that the person at the gate was Dakolo so he
ignored the both.
The bulbs in the living room suddenly came on as he
began to unbutton his shirt. He paused in shock,
wondering how it could have happened. He concluded
that a wire was not properly connected somewhere and
continued with what he was doing.
Few minutes later, he felt so much fear like he had never
felt as he lifted up his head and saw the back view of a
lady seated on the top of the three seater sofa backrest.
The lady got up and turned to face him, Omotara it was.
He felt the greatest shock on his life as he saw the way
she was dressed and what she had in her hands. She
wore black top and shredded Jean trousers with black
hand gloves on her hands. She was holding on her left
hand an intravenous fluid bag filled with a liquid he was
sure was poisonous, while she had on her right hand a
black schoolbag. Her nose was covered with a nose
mask.
His eyes were full of shock and utter disappointment.
Tears filled his eyes, not in fear of the death that was
coming, but in realization of the fact that Omotara was
really the deadly assassin, Samantha Osman.
She took out a bottle from the bag and sprayed the
contents, Henry slowly passed out as he inhaled the gas.
His phone began to ring again and fell off his hand to the
floor, it fell with its screen on his toe and stopped ringing.
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‘Henry, what are you doing? You need to answer the gate
now, you may be in serious danger.’ Dakolo said into the
phone. He got no reply or response. ‘Hello… Hello.’
He took the phone off his ear and placed the call on loud
speaker. ‘Hello Henry,’ he called again. Still there was no
response. After some seconds, sounds of movements
were heard and the call ended.
Ken and Dakolo glanced at each other. Could it be that
Henry had decided not to speak with the Agent but just
to waste his airtime? Dakolo stared at the phone’s screen
for a while, contemplating if he should call back
immediately, give it sometime or just give up on calling
until they got to his residence.
Maybe Henry wasn’t even worth the struggle, Dakolo
thought. They were trying to save him from possible
danger and he was ignoring their calls. But Dakolo still
felt a strange kind of fear in his heart for Henry.
‘We still have twenty minutes more to get there,’ Ken said
to him, as if reading the thoughts of his heart.
‘I know,’ Dakolo replied. ‘I don’t really know why Henry is
acting like a kid,’ He added bitterly.
‘He’s a young man,’ Ken chuckled. ‘He can act like a kid
sometimes.’
‘I think I should call the officer at the gate again,’ Dakolo
stated.
‘Sir, there’s really no need to get worked up on this issue.
Let’s just leave it since we’re almost there already.’ Ken
discouraged.
Dakolo stared at the phone’s screen for a while before
reluctantly dropping it.
~~
Tarasha cut the call and flung the phone away. She
squatted and placed the intravenous fluid bag carefully
beside the school bag. She then dragged Henry by his belt
and carried him to the three seater sofa. She made him
lay flat properly. She walked to the dining table and
picked a chair from the place. She returned to the school
bag and picked it up with the IV bag. She got back to
Henry’s side and placed a knee on the ground. She took
out a syringe and a small bottle from the black school
bag and drew out the contents of the bottle into the
syringe. She turned to Henry and straightened his right
hand, trying to select a vein.
She released the contents of the syringe into his blood
cells through the vein. In two minutes, he’ll be awake but
very weak, the victim had to be awake for the contents of
the drip bag to work properly.
She had carefully weighed several options and selected
this as the best way of sorting out Henry’s mess. She
thought of taking him out with a gun or another weapon,
that wouldn’t waste so much time but she thought Henry
didn’t deserve to die yet, somethings from him like his
fingerprints, thumb signature might still be needed by
her in the future, especially now that she was working
with the NSCC. Getting into his house early was what
strengthened her choice, she saw machineries and apps
in one of his rooms that could only be opened by his
voice, she also found out that the upper floor was not
also accessible until he placed his fingers on the lock. She
then thought of his work in the NSCC, it was possible that
he had also configured some programs that same way,
killing him would may make those programs inaccessible
for life and that may cause some obstruction in her job
also.
She looked up and a sudden fear gripped her as her eyes
met his eyes. The injection had worked and he was now
conscious again but temporarily paralyzed. He had that
innocent look that her first love used to have until the
day of his death. She wasn’t killing him, but what she was
about to do wasn’t too different from killing him. It
would render him totally useless to himself, only his
body would be alive but his brain and mind would be
dead. The liquid she was about to pass into his body from
the intravenous fluid bag would do the damage to his
brain and make his paralysis complete.
After arranging the drip bag and making the contents
flow into his body, she would go back through the back
door and repair it before leaving, so as to give no one a
clue that someone entered through the door.
She coughed as she remembered something, that sofa
where he laid. It was the same place they had both sat
some weeks back when she told her story to Henry and
he listened with great care and attention. She closed her
eyes and took a deep breath. She had to do what she had
to do.
She got up and proceeded to the dining area, she drew
out a dining chair and took it with her. She placed it
beside Henry and hung the drip bag on the chair
backrest. She took out a bottle of mentholated spirit,
nylon of cotton wool and a roll of plaster from her bag.
She straightened the drip line and inserted the needle
into the same vein she had just used before, she held the
needle firmly to his hand with the aid of the plaster.
His eyes was still opened when she got up and began to
pack back her things into the bag. After a minute of
packing all other things except the small bottle of liquid
from which she drew out the first mixture she injected
into Henry’s body, she bent down to pick the small bottle
but couldn’t as her eyes met his again.
He couldn’t lift a finger, move his lips or even make an
expression with his face but she could see utter
disappointment written on his face, she got up slowly to
her feet like someone who had been caught stealing
without picking the bottle. For the first time in several
years, she felt afraid and tears began to form in her eyes.
She closed her eyes, tightened her fists and let out a deep
breath. She released the valve in the drip bag and the
liquid began to run down in drops.
Henry wasn’t aware of what was going on, he couldn’t
feel the needle in his vein nor could he see Omotara’s
face anymore. He could only see her legs moving. He also
saw the dining chair placed closed to him but couldn’t lift
up his head to see the drip bag placed on it. He could see
the drip line but still couldn’t see that it was leading to a
vein in his hand.
Tarasha closed the bag and placed it behind her. She
stood, unable to move for a moment, she stared at him
in pity, but there was nothing she could do.
A sudden noise brought her back to her senses, someone
was hitting the gate violently, that was when she realized
that the person ringing the bell at the gate must have
resorted to applying force now since there had been no
response. It was time to go. She touched the valve
control on the drip bag once again and the liquid began
to flow more rapidly.
~~
‘Don’t you think it’ll be dangerous to walk into this place
like that?’ An officer asked another one beside him as
they watched from a car the other two officers trying to
force the gate open.
‘Dangerous? Why?’ The other replied.
‘We don’t know what to expect inside?’
‘C’mon, haven’t we stayed here all day monitoring the
house, the only person that entered into the place since
has been the owner.’
‘Yes, I know but we don’t know what he has in store for
us.’
‘No matter what he has in store for us, only him can’t
defeat the four of us.’
‘Hmm… I wouldn’t have bothered if it was an ordinary
person o,’ the officer said in a warning tone. ‘We’re
talking about someone who is related to the notorious
assassin gang here. How are we sure that we are not even
being watched at the moment.’
The other officer quickly glanced around in fear, his
colleague had been able to transfer his fear into him.
‘Hmm… You have a point but someone has just got to
find out, we can’t have a squad here. That’ll be too
noticeable to all.’
‘But I don’t think we’re going by it the right way,’ the
officer said and opened his door to step out. ‘We were
told to monitor Henry and report any suspicious activity
not to break into his house.’ He stepped out and began to
match towards the road. He paused for a black car to
pass before proceeding. The driver of the took a glance at
him and continued driving.
~~~
From afar, Don could see the two non uniformed officers
at Henry’s gate. He slowed down the speed of his car and
gradually began to think of a way to get inside the house
without passing through the officers. His plan was to
threaten Henry and force out some information from
him which could lead him to Tarasha. He continued
towards the house slowly, he saw another man trying to
cross the road to the other side. He guessed it was
another officer. He drove past the house carefully
without raising any suspicion and made a U-turn,
planning to check the street behind and examine the
feasibility of getting in through the back.
He wasn’t expecting that Tarasha would be in Henry’s
house, his thought was that Tarasha and her crew
weren’t even in Abuja again. Since Lagos was their base,
he was expecting them to have returned like they always
did, to plan the attack on the next victim.
There was a little bit of confusion on the street as he
wanted to turn into the next street. The traffic warder at
that point must have gone to sleep as all motorists were
moving at their own discretion.
It took sometime for him to get a clear view to cross. A
motorcycle ran into his car.
++++
‘The Agent’s instruction was that we get into this place,’
the officer in blue stated adamantly. He stepped back and
hit the gate lock once again. It gave way and two of the
officers stepped inside. The third officer made a signal to
the one in the car and glanced around before following
them hesitatingly. He hadn’t been able to stop them,
instead they had talked him into following them inside.
The two officers ahead took out their guns and
proceeded into the house after checking the compound
to see if there was anything strange. The leader signaled
to the third officer to wait in the compound.
The doors were opened so they had no problems
entering the house, they passed through a couple of
extensions before getting into the living room where
Henry was.
‘D–n!’ An officer cursed as he saw Henry. The fluid bag
was halfway already. He rushed to Henry and started
disconnecting the drip line. The other officer checked
around the place.
Henry’s eyes was still open wide but he was cold and still.
‘Is he alive?’ The blue shirted officer asked.
‘I don’t know,’ the colleague replied. He then placed his
ear on Henry’s chest to listen to the heartbeat. ‘He’s
alive!’ He announced.
‘Call an ambulance, then call Agent Dakolo.’ He ordered
and began to proceed further into the house. He
returned a minute later, the other officer had left Henry’s
side. He was proceeding upstairs.
‘This place is locked?’ The officer on the stairs said. ‘It’s
locked from outside.’
‘Okay, have you called for an ambulance?’
‘Yes,’ the officer replied, returning down slowly.
‘What of Agent Dakolo?’
‘He’s not answering his calls.’
The blue shirted officer bent down beside Henry and
picked up the small bottle that contained the remnant of
liquid which Tarasha injected into his veins to make him
conscious. ‘Is it possible he’s a drug addict?’ He asked
raising up the bottle for his colleague to see.
‘Very possible, there’s no one around so he might just be
placing himself on a dose.’
‘Yeah… At the same time he doesn’t look hurt, no one
could have forcefully placed him on a drip.’ He said and
wrapped the bottle in his palm. ‘Please call the office
again and tell the ambulance to hurry down.’
~~
‘Where the hell is the traffic warder here?’ Dakolo
bounced out in anger as he proceeded towards the
accident scene. The driver of the car stepped out to help
the victim, some pedestrians had also come by to help
him.
‘The motorcyclist was impatient,’ some people began to
murmur.
‘Let’s carry him into my car,’ Don said. He was furious
about what had happened because it had disturbed his
journey. He would have escaped if it was a less busy road
but he couldn’t try that here, he could get mobbed.
‘Wait!’ Dakolo said to the men as they tried to lift him up.
He recognized the face of the victim, it was the same man
who joined him in the cab on his first day of arrival into
Abuja.
‘Your phone is ringing sir.’ Ken said, approaching from
behind.
Dakolo turned and took his phone. ‘Ken, you have to go
with this man to the hospital, make sure the victim is well
treated and the man who hit him comes to the office to
take down his statement.
‘Okay sir,’ Ken agreed reluctantly and handed over the
car keys to Dakolo.
Dakolo took the keys and rushed back to the car, he
dialed the number before starting the engine. ‘Officer,
have you gotten in?’
‘Yes sir,’ the reply came promptly. ‘He put himself on
drugs, I think he took an overdose.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Sir, we met him placed on drip and there was no one
else with him.’
‘Have you taken him already?’
‘No, he’s unconscious and we’ve called for an
ambulance.’
‘Okay, I’ll get there in the next three minutes.’ Dakolo
said and ended the call. He zoomed off immediately.
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Tarasha watched from afar as they lifted the accident
victim, she got out of the van to have a closer view. some
of the people who had stopped to help were already
rolling the remnant of the bike away. Tarasha confirmed
the victim’s face just before he was dropped into the car,
he was still alive but unconscious. She was sure it was
that same man she had an encounter with in the Catholic
Church premises and during the police investigation.
Tarasha’s eyes had met with Jefa’s as the road got clear.
That was the reason for the accident. Jefa could not
concentrate on the bike he was riding again and had
crashed into Don’s car.
She wanted to move closer but stopped as she saw Ken
discussing with someone else. She turned and began to
walk back to the vehicle. She saw a phone, scattered into
parts just beside the tyre at the driver’s side, it was most
likely for the accident victim. She stylishly picked up the
pieces and entered into the car.
Ken handed over a car key to the man he was discussing
with and turned to join the car. The man Ken was
discussing with turned also and Tarasha saw his face, she
recognized him to be Inspector Dakolo, she had seen his
face once on TV after the execution of the Rivers State
Governor.
She watched as he entered into his car and started the
engine, he then engaged himself in a phone conversation.
After using a minute altogether, he zoomed off. Tarasha
felt like following after him to his destination and
probably take him out also. She turned on her car but
turned it off again at another glance towards the accident
scene. It was more important for now to follow the man
who Henry said claimed to be her brother.
The car carrying the victim finally started and drove off
in the opposite direction. Tarasha followed after.
~~~
9am
Dakolo and Ken sat quietly, their moods were not quite
far from sober as they watched Henry lay lifeless on the
hospital bed. His eyes was still wide opened but he wasn’t
seeing anything nor was he making any movement. The
doctor said he was still unconscious and wasn’t sure of it
he’ll bounce back to consciousness or pass on from
there. It’s been two days now and there seemed to be no
improvement in the situation.
It was obvious from investigation that Henry was not a
drug addict but it was still under question if Henry had
placed himself on the drip, nothing around reflected that
he was forced to. He was the only one in the house at
that time and there were no broken doors or windows to
prove that someone broke in. The best conclusion was
that Henry had decided to take his life slowly, maybe to
avoid further embarrassment from the police.
One confusing thing that still bothered Agent Dakolo’s
mind and stopped him from making a conclusion was
their inability to locate where Henry had gotten the
poisonous drip from. They had visited everywhere that
the trailer saw him stop and none of them could be the
place the drip was sold at. Another assumption could be
that Henry had it in his car before that day. But that’ll
mean Henry was already preparing to kill himself, Dakolo
didn’t think that was possible.
‘Agent,’ Mr Sylvester called as he walked into the room
with a Doctor, the one in charge of treating the two
patients that was brought in by the police.
‘Mr Sylvester,’ Dakolo replied, he couldn’t stand the look
in Sylvester’s eyes as it made him feel guilty of Henry’s
plight.
‘So your investigation has finally landed Mr Henry here,’
Sylvester accused.
‘Excuse me sir,’ Ken tried to come in but Dakolo stopped
him by raising up a hand.
‘Mr Sylvester, our job has to be done, regardless of who
it involves. Let’s just hope and pray that Henry recovers
quickly’ Dakolo said.
‘And I pray he recovers,’ Ken quickly chipped in
stubbornly. ‘He’ll have a lot of explanation to make about
his relationship with the assassins.’
‘Gentlemen please,’ the sixty year old Doctor pleaded.
‘Here’s not the place for that, he needs no disturbance.’
The Doctor said and turned to examine Henry, he turned
back after some few minutes and announced, ‘he’ll
regain consciousness very soon, I believe.’
‘Wow! That’s good news!’ Dakolo exclaimed.
‘Yeah, but there might be some complications.’ The
Doctor said in a sad tone, adjusting his thick lenses as he
spoke.
‘What complications?’ Dakolo and Sylvester asked in
unison.
‘I don’t know for now, we’ve extracted samples of the
poison from his body and we’re still performing some
tests on them, we hope to come out with some useful
results soon.’ The Doctor replied without too much of
hope in his voice.
~~~
‘Hello, who’s here?’ Tarasha shouted around the store. A
woman who was dressed as a cleaner came out from the
shop behind.
‘Good afternoon,’ the Lady greeted, giving Tarasha a
searching look. ‘How may I help you?’
‘I’m Miss Kimberly, an officer of the Nigerian Health
organization.’ Tarasha displayed an ID card for proof, she
returned it into her pocket when she was sure that the
woman had seen it well. ‘I’m here to check this man’s
outlet, we are aware that he sells food and drinks here.’
‘Ermm… Madam,’ the cleaner scratched her hair. ‘Mallam
Jefa has not opened the store for some days now.’
‘Mallam Jefa, is that his name? And he’s not opening
today also?’ Tarasha enquired.
‘Yes, they always call him Jefa. I don’t really know if he’s
opening today, I seriously doubt it.’
‘Okay, does anyone know where he lives?’
‘Yes, there’s someone here that chats well with him.’ She
pointed to a big hairdressing salon nearby, ‘let me get
him for you.’
‘Thanks,’ Tarasha said with a grin.
Her phone rang as she quietly waited for the Lady to
return. Cole. She bit her lips slightly before answering.
‘Hello Boss, we’re about to go in’ Cole’s voice came
anxiously from the other end.
‘Relax your nerves Cole,’ Tarasha replied calmly. ‘Tell the
others too. Relax, discuss your suggestions and plans
with conviction and confidence. Make him see that
you’re capable of organizing the program. Also make him
see reasons why you need to have more meetings, why
you need a more suitable environment to discuss and let
him agree to your own terms.’
‘Okay, thank you boss.’ Cole said and the call ended.
~~
‘Come in Gentlemen,’ Nasiru Attahiru, the Senate
President welcome his guests warmly.
‘Thank you sir,’ Mr Alfred said as he took the hands of the
man in his his.
‘You’re welcome,’ Nasiru smiled cheerfully as he took the
hands of the younger man and then the lady. ‘Have your
seats please,’ he said before settling into his own chair.
‘Thank you sir, it’s nice to meet with you sir.’ Mr Alfred
began with a smile. ‘We’ve actually been looking forward
to this moment.’
‘It’s my pleasure. My mother have spoken a lot about you
and told me how passionate you are to help the less
privileged in this country but…’ Nasiru paused and
stared. ‘I thought it was supposed to be four of you?’
‘Yes, we are four but the fourth person has gone on a
special errand to the business capital of the country,
Lagos. She was sent to visit the slums and ghettos and get
some pictures and interviews which she can send to the
headquarters in Canada. She didn’t go with us to Katsina
also.’
‘Oh! I see,’ Nasiru’s face brightened up.
‘Yes, she’ll be joining us once she’s through.’
‘That’s okay, so let’s get to the main points of the
meeting.’
‘Yes, thank you sir.’ Mr Alfred adjusted himself and
cleared his throat. ‘Our first purpose of coming here has
already been achieved, I’m sure you saw the pictures of
the program and report of what we did.’ He paused to
see Nasiru’s response, Nasiru nodded in affirmation.
Mr Alfred touched his lips with his handkerchief before
he continued. ‘That was our main purpose for coming
but on further study of the country, we noticed that we
have people with enough capabilities to keep these
programs running extensively and we thought of a way
to foster better participation of these people. Now, we’ve
discovered that when calls like these are made, what
most of them do is to send donations without making
their presence well felt.’ He paused again to see if he was
making the desired impact on the man, he was. ‘We’ve
decided to make this happen by organizing conferences
which we’ll disguise to the public as a meeting for the
elites, we’ll use this meeting to inspire the attendees and
give them reasons why they should be passionately
involved.’
‘Hmm… I get your point but our people here are
stubborn. I’m still thinking of someone who can really
get them to listen quite attentively in a conference. And it
might not also be easy to assemble them together.’
‘Sir, what if we invite someone like Mcklin Daves and Ray
Gates?’ Mr Alfred asked.
‘What?’ Nasiru’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘You can invite
such people?’
‘Yes sir,’ Alfred said with a chuckle. ‘They are all partners
with our organization and they’ll be glad to inspire others
to join them in such a good course.’
‘Ermm…’ Nasiru’s excitement reduced suddenly. He
frowned slightly.
‘Any question sir?’ Mr Alfred asked, noticing the frown.
‘No but I’m just thinking of how possible it’ll be for us to
convince them that they are really coming. And how am I
supposed to be sure that you’re not just saying this to get
me involved?’
‘Sir… We actually need your help to bring them down
here, we are not just saying this to get you involved. In
fact, you must be involved to make it work. We need the
government’s support to bring those men down here.
They have to be sure that there is a proper mobilization
of the citizens and only the government of a country can
assure them that, not the body that is in charge of
organizing the conference. Once you’ve approved for us
to go ahead with the planning, we’ll report to our Head
office and they’ll make contact with the proposed guests.
If they agree on coming, then a video showing their
agreement would be sent to us. And they’ll also be
involved in the video promos for the conference.’
Nasiru remained quiet for a while, pondering on all he
heard. To him, the proposal sounded good and it’ll be
welcomed by the government of the country as far as
their organization making the proposal can keep to their
own terms.
After almost two minutes silence, Nasiru took in a deep
breath and began to talk. ‘Your proposal sounds good
and excellent, I’m not surprised though. My mum
already told me about your passion for the less privileged
in Africa and I trust her judgement to be accurate
always.’ He took a brief pause. ‘But I still need to know
more about your organization. You know this proposal
does not involve only the Ata’s Foundation but the
Country as a whole.’
‘That’s no problem sir, we’ll give you any information
you need about us, as much as you enquire.’ Alfred said
with a smile.
‘Thank you,’ Nasiru smiled back. He rested his back on
the swivel and rolled back a little. ‘So where are you
lodging in this town.’
‘Elymax Hotels sir.’
‘Elymax?’
‘Yes’
‘It’s nice but I’ll prefer you guys leave there and come
over to my mansion.’
‘Oh!’ Mr Alfred and his colleagues expressed their
surprise at his offer.
‘Yes, I’ll like you to come today.’
‘Thank you sir, we’ll…’ Mr Alfred was saying when the
younger man cut in.
‘Thank you sir, we are so honoured by your invitation to
your place but we won’t be able to do that on our own.’
He said in a polite way. ‘It’s possible to come pay you
visits but if we want to stay there, we have to let the
office decide for us, since we are on their assignment.’
‘Ok, I understand. No problem, I hope you relay my
message to them and I’ll be expecting you by tomorrow.’
~~~
3pm
Dakolo and Ken hurried up the stairs, proceeding to the
Doctor’s office. They had been called to come urgently as
there was a new development.
Dakolo’s phone rang as the got to the first landing. He slid
it open and answered the call. ‘Mr Sylvester.’
‘Where are you sir? I’m at the hospital and we’re waiting
for you.’
‘We’re on our way to the Doctor’s office,’ Dakolo
answered.
‘Please hurry up.’ The call ended and the journey up the
stairs continued.
In three minutes time, they got to the Doctor’s office.
Dakolo took the empty seat available beside Sylvester
while Ken had to remain standing.
‘Welcome officers,’ the Doctor greeted, he cleared his
throat and adjusted his eyeglasses. ‘The patient is
conscious now.’ He announced.
‘Wow!’ The faces of the three men brightened up at the
news. They all felt relieved, all for different reasons.
Dakolo for the fact that Henry who he had taken like a
brother was still alive, Sylvester because Henry was still
alive and the guilt he felt as a result of him being the one
who invited him to join the NSCC which resulted in his
troubles could now leave. Ken on his own was happy that
a major suspect and eyewitness in Samantha Osman’s
case was alive.
‘But…’ The Doctor said in a flattened tone that caught
their attention. ‘His brain no more functions properly
and he’s partially paralyzed.’
The door suddenly flung open and a nurse barged in
looking troubled.
‘Sir, the accident victim on ward 12B is nowhere to be
found.’Episode 69
The door suddenly flung open and a nurse barged in
looking troubled.
‘Sir, the accident victim on ward 12B is nowhere to be
found.’
‘What?’ The Doctor gave the nurse an angry look. Firstly,
he was angry at how she barged into his office without
knocking and he was also angry that she announced the
news in the presence of visitors, worse still the people
who brought in the patient. ‘What do you mean by that?’
The Doctor barked, trying to avoid the gaze from the
officers.
‘We don’t know, we couldn’t just find him there anym…’
The nurse tried to explain.
‘Doctor,’ Dakolo cut in. ‘Are you saying there is no
remedy for his case?’
‘Ermm… Please nurse, you may leave.’ The Doctor turned
back to his guests, surprised that they were less moved
about the disappearance of the second patient. ‘No
known remedy for now. His brain cells are degenerating
so fast.’
Dakolo heaved a sigh of frustration, Sylvester’s face was
also covered with grief as he folded his arms with his
chest up.
‘Please Gentlemen, you may have to excuse me now’ the
Doctor said as he got up from his seat.
‘Wait Doc,’ Ken stopped him, blocking the way. ‘The lost
patient in ward 12B, isn’t that the man we brought in the
same day with Henry?’ Ken asked.
‘Oh!’ Dakolo exclaimed, his attention finally brought to
what the nurse said.
‘No, I’m sure it’s a mix up. That’s what I need to go and
clarify, I’m sure he’s somewhere around the premises.’
The Doctor replied and walked past as Ken allowed him.
Ken stared at Dakolo who was still seated and was not
ready to stand yet.
‘You can follow him,’ Dakolo permitted with a nod.
Ken turned immediately and followed after the Doctor.
He joined the man on the stairs and they both marched
down quietly and speedily.
Soon, they got to ward 12B and they met two nurses
there, one was already cleaning up the ward while the
other stood like she was monitoring.
‘What’s happening here? Where’s the patient?’ The
Doctor asked.
A nurse turned back to the Doctor confidently. The
uniform she wore indicated that she was one of the head
nurses. ‘Doctor, Good evening.’ She greeted calmly.
‘Matron, Good evening.’ The Doctor replied calmly in
respect for the matron who was also an elderly person.
‘I don’t think there’s any cause for alarm, he left
willingly.’ The matron said.
‘What do you mean matron?’ The Doctor squinted.
‘I saw him and a lady drive out when I was returning
from Jumat service. I was surprised and I stopped the car
to ask why he was leaving when he was supposed to be
discharged next week.
He said his sister wanted him to leave the Hospital to
continue treatment somewhere else. I tried to convince
him to stay but he didn’t agree.’ The woman ended her
explanation with a shrug.
‘Are you sure it was his sister?’
‘Yes, he said she was his sister. Although she didn’t say
anything, he doesn’t look forced to leave, his face was
kind of filled with joy. I’m only surprised when I came
upstairs and the nurses declared the patient missing, I
thought his sister took him away with the hospital’s
approval.’ The matron replied.
‘Matron, you should know we won’t approve such a
patient’s departure, he was brought in by the police.’ The
Doctor countered.
‘I wasn’t here when he was brought in, I only knew about
his admission.’ She argued.
The Doctor heaved a sigh. He took a brief glance at Ken
who was watching in silence, trying to communicate
something with his eyes.
‘Doctor, you didn’t tell us he had a visitor.’ Ken spoke.
‘I was going to tell you, I wanted to tell you that a family
member had come to identify him and also that the
person who hit him has settled the bill but I had to first
break the news which concerned the NSCC chairman, he
has been waiting all day for your arrival.’ The Doctor
explained.
‘But did the patient patient confirm that she was a
member of her family?’ Ken questioned sternly.
‘Yes, he was surprised at first but was very happy to see
her. He confirmed that she was his younger sister.’
‘Okay,’ Ken paused a bit and licked his lips. ‘But the
security in your hospital must be so bad to have enabled
them leave without your approval, does that mean the
other victim is not safe here also.’
‘C’mon officer Ken, you know us too well, this has never
happened here before. I’m sure there’s more to it and I’ll
make sure I report to the authorities.’
‘Or was it because there was no officer attached to the
accident victim?’
‘There was no reason for attaching an officer to the
patient, he wasn’t a criminal or someone who needed
protection from danger, he only had an accident.’
‘I’m just thinking,’ Ken licked his lips again. ‘I’m thinking
we should add more officers to watch over the other
patient?’
‘Why? The three officers watching over him are enough,
even too much. He doesn’t even need someone to watch
over him since it’s a case of self poisoning. He’s paralyzed
and not mentally stable, he can’t even try to leave here.’
The Doctor retorted.
Ken gave a chuckle which later turned to a faint smile, he
stared at the man like he just heard a kid chatter about a
very important topic. ‘That guy needs protection, serious
one.’ He said.
The Doctor paused and placed his hands on his waist,
staring at Ken to give more explanation to why the
protection was needed but Ken disappointed him and
turned away, exiting through the door without saying any
other thing.
~~~
**flashback; four hours ago**
‘Thanks,’ Tarasha waved at the cabman as he drove off.
She turned to face the black old gate, she took a look at
the neighboring houses, it was a perfect picture of the
description she had been given. She proceeded further
and pushed the smaller door, it opened and she stepped
inside.
She stared at the house in the compound, it was a
bungalow. She could see the entrance to a flat at the
front view and another at the side view, she began to
proceed towards the first entrance, confused as she had
never seen the type of house setting.
A pregnant lady who had seen her approaching through
the window came out of the front apartment before
Tarasha got to the balcony. ‘Hello, what can I do for you?’
She asked with an unwelcoming face.
‘Good morning,’ Tarasha paused and greeted with a
smile. ‘I came to check for someone here, he’s called
Mallam Jefa.’
‘Mallam Jefa?’ She called out with a surprise note in her
voice. ‘No one ever asks of that man!’ She exclaimed as
she placed a hand on her waist tiredly and thrusted out
her belly. ‘I don’t know if he’s around because I’ve not
seen him for a long time now but you can check,’ she
closed her door and began to walk down the balcony.
Tarasha stepped away for her to pass. ‘He stays at the two
room apartment at the back,’ she described the way for
Tarasha with her hands.
‘Thank you,’ Tarasha appreciated and continued in the
direction where she was pointed. In less than a minute,
she got to the apartment described to her. She took a
glance around the area before taking out her tool from
the bag to open the door.
**Fast forward~~~~Inside the house**
She took out her torchlight from the bag and turned it on
to brighten up the dark room, leaving the curtains closed
so as not to arouse suspicion. She began to search round
the walls, pointing the light to every corner to check if
there were pictures. Only cobwebs were seen on the wall,
no pictures, calendars or photograph. She proceeded to
the centre table and bent down to check some books
under. The first she picked out was an old one which
looked familiar.
She got up with the torch stuck in her mouth and wiped
the cover of the book with her hand. A picture fell off
from it as she opened. She bent to pick the picture, it was
an old photograph of a family.
Tears formed in her eyes as she focused the torchlight on
the picture and saw the faces of her parents and siblings
once again.
**Fast Forward ~~~Two hours later **
Dressed in an Hausa native wear, Tarasha approached the
reception at the hospital. The scarf on her head was
neatly tied and the powder on her face moderate. A liittle
tribal tattoo on her left hand and a big female bag to
match the colour of her clothes.
‘Good afternoon nurses,’ she greeted pleasantly.
‘Good afternoon, how may we help you?’ A very slim
nurse answered her.
‘I came to see my brother who had an accident on
Wednesday, ‘ Tarasha replied.
‘What’s his name?’ The nurse asked, opening up a
register.
‘Jeffery but he’s known as Mallam Jefa,’ Tarasha
answered.
The nurse stared at another nurse who was also listening
and they made faces at each other before she turned
back to Tarasha. ‘What’s your name please?’
‘I’m Omotara’
‘Omotara?’ The nurses asked surprised that the name
was a Yoruba name.
‘Yes,’ Tarasha smiled faintly, noticing the surprise in their
faces. ‘I’m Yoruba, I was only born and bred in an Hausa
land like Mallam Jefa.’
‘Okay,’ the slim nurse muttered, still unconvinced. She
took out a file under the desk and stepped out from
behind the reception. ‘You have to wait first, you may
have your seat.’ She said pointing Tarasha to the empty
seats behind.
‘Thanks,’ Tarasha replied and complied.
The nurse left and returned in five minutes time without
the file, she stood by the walkway and signaled for
Tarasha to come. Tarasha quickly got up and followed as
the nurse led the way. She leveled up with the nurse on
the stairs.
‘Sorry for the reception, but we had to be sure you were
really his sister. He actually told us that he has no one
who was going to come and ask of him.’ The nurse
apologized.
‘No problem, I understand.’ Tarasha smiled.
‘Thanks and one more thing,’ the nurse glanced at her
with a serious look on her face. ‘Are you guys in good
terms?’
‘Of course, why do you ask?’
‘It was a shock to him when I said that you are here to
see him,’ the nurse said.
Tarasha chuckled. ‘It’s been a long time we saw and we
didn’t separate on a good note also,’ she replied with a
smile.
‘Okay, he needs a lot of strength and more importantly
rest now. We also found out that he’s been worrying a lot
recently, so it would be better not to do something that’ll
complicate his situation.’ The nurse advised.
‘Thanks, I’ll do everything possible to ensure he gets the
care that he needs.’
The both of them remained in silence for the rest of the
walk. Tarasha was taken away by her own thoughts.
Even with all the proofs she got from Mallam Jefa’s
house, she had still not accepted that he was her brother.
It could just be a trap for her. During her training, she
had been taught how to recognize such traps. It was all
wrapped around one thing, Emotions.
People tend to always give special care and attention to
their families, especially in her own case where they had
been separated by bad circumstances. The enemy is
always aware of this and may try to come in through it.
So she was prepared, she had her weapons all under her
clothes, in the pockets of the underwears, she even had a
small improvised explosive device in her car that’ll
distract and disrupt the whole process in the hospital if
this was a trap for her.
They got to ward 12B after walking for two minutes. The
nurse opened the door for Tarasha to walk in first. Jefa
was seated with his bare back turned to the door, a
bandage was around his head and his right hand.
The nurse waited for some seconds to see if Jefa would
react to their presence but he didn’t turn back or move.
Tarasha also stood still in the middle of the way without
saying any word. She realized there was tension between
the two and decided it was best to leave them alone. She
opened the door and quietly walked out.
After the nurse had gone, Tarasha began to take slow
steps forward. Her body trembled and she paused as she
heard her name.
‘Omotara,’ Jefa called in a soft voice. The voice did not
sound familiar to Tarasha, she wasn’t even expecting to
recognize his voice since the last time she heard it was
when she was eight.
‘Who are you?’ Omotara replied, in a low but strict voice.
Jefa looked back, taken a bit aback by the question. He
thought she had accepted that he was her brother and
that was why she came to him but then he also knew she
was intelligent and wouldn’t accept like a gullible person.
He stepped down from the bed slowly and turned his
face to her. His eyes were full of tears.
Omotara was unmoved. There was no resemblance on
his face to Jeffery, her elder brother. She took out the
diary and picture from her bag and displayed it to him.
‘Where did you find…?’ She stopped abruptly, the look on
his face was familiar.
He gave a brief smile with his weepy face as she twitched
hers. ‘Omotara,’ he called again, he turned to the other
side of the bed and sat in it. ‘You still have your
childhood face and I believe you still have some of the
behaviors,’ he began, with his smile broadening.
Omotara folded her arms and stared at him, waiting for
him to flop so as to take the next step. She also ensured
that she remained conscious of her environment.
‘The top you wore on Wednesday was like the cat
woman’s and I also saw your black gloves,’ he paused
and laughed briefly. ‘No one wears gloves during hot
weathers except they’re obsessed with cat woman.’
His remembrance of her love for cat woman sent down
some electric currents down her body, that secret was
only known to her family members as it was only at
home she did practice the dressing and moves of the
character.
But another thought struck her mind and she felt like
killing him that moment. He must have gotten the
information from her mother’s diary which was found in
his possession. He was definitely intelligent and wanted to
play on her emotions. With her clenched fists and gritted
teeth, she stared at him angrily like a lion waiting to
pounce on it’s prey.
Jefa unaware of what was going through her mind, began
to proceed towards her slowly, in pains as his whole
body ached at every step he took.
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Omotara dipped her hand into the improvised pocket of
the dress, her hand touched the handle of the knife. She
searched around with her eyes to see if there was anyone
hiding around. She took the knife in between her fingers,
ready to take out Jefa if he made an attempt to attack
her. She dropped the bag from her other hand to the
floor.
Jefa halted as he noticed something on the hand which
she dipped into the pocket, he gave a bold smile and
used his hand to wipe his forehead.
‘So you still love tattoos?’ He said with a broad smile,
fixing his eyes on the point where the tattoo was.
Omotara took a quick look at the tattoo and returned her
gaze to his face, wondering what was amusing him. ‘Do
you remember that Catwoman tattoo you drew with
your blue Biro on your belly when you were seven?’ Jefa
continued. ‘Mom would have flogged you if I didn’t keep
my mouth shut but you never kept your side of the deal.’
That was it. Omotara’s knee trembled and gave way, she
fell and sat on the ground. She was broken. Only Jeffery
had seen that tattoo and had promised to keep his
mouth shut on the condition that she’ll help him request
for something from their father but like he accused, she
never kept her part of the deal.
Her eyes were full of tears as her whole body trembled.
She made sure no tear fall off her eyes by wiping off her
face with part of the headscarf. She could see Jefa’s legs
right in front of her. She looked up to his face.
Jefa stared into her eyes passionately, unknowingly
transferring the pains which were in his eyes to hers. He
tried to squat and touch her shoulder but winced in pain
without success.
Omotara got up and picked her bag, she took out a
polythene bag it. She avoided his gaze. ‘Please, change
into these clothes.’ She handed over the bag to him and
walked out of the room without taking another look at
him.
Ten minutes later, she returned already changed into
another set of clothes, this time a Yoruba native wear.
The tattoo on the hand had also been cleaned off.
Omotara took a look at Jefa and realized he needed help
in completing his dressing. He had only been able to
change his trousers successfully but had not been able to
put on the top because of his arm and head injury. She
walked closer to him and took the top from him, she
then helped him to carefully fix in the top.
Jefa kept mute and raised no questions, having faith in
his sister’s instructions. He kept staring at her eyes as she
helped him wear the top but he noticed she tried
avoiding his eyes, he was only able to get glimpses
occasionally.
‘We have to go now,’ Omotara said and helped him up
from the bed. ‘We’ll take the other stair case down.’
Jefa obeyed without questions, he struggled to fix his legs
into his sandals but she quickly bent down and helped
him put it on.
‘Okay,’ Omotara said after successfully fixing the sandals.
Her eyes met his as she raised up her head. He was
staring at her lovingly. She took away her eyes and
sniffed in, unable to describe her feeling at that particular
moment.
As he took a step, she felt he was trusting her too much
and she was taking it for granted. She needed to explain
her actions to him.
‘I want to get you to another place,’ she finally spoke as
she held his hand and he continued to take slow steps.
‘Somewhere where I’ll be able to watch over you myself.’
~~~
**Present**
Agent Dakolo and Mr Sylvester were still seated in the
Doctor’s office quietly when the Doctor and Officer Ken
returned. Sylvester was still in a very pensive mood.
Dakolo, due to the nature of his job and experience had
been able to shake a little off the impact the news had on
him.
‘Where’s the patient?’ Dakolo asked the Doctor as the
man returned to his seat.
‘He left with his sister,’ the Doctor replied, after settling
into the swivel.
Dakolo glanced at Ken and Ken nodded in confirmation
of the Doctor’s words, Dakolo did not bother to raise any
other question. ‘So about Henry’s case,’ Dakolo cleared
his throat and continued, ‘is he going to remain like that
for the rest of his life?’
‘Agent, like I said before, there’s no remedy yet. Some
part of his body structures have been rendered useless
and his brain is fast degenerating.’ The Doctor answered
in a sad tone.
‘Degenerating? Is there nothing you can do to stop the
degeneration?’ Dakolo asked.
‘We’re doing all we can and all we should but it doesn’t
seem to be producing much results.’
‘I don’t understand.’ Dakolo stared at the Doctor with a
confused look.
‘You see the mixture had gone a long way in circulating
around his body with his blood, the liquid is what is
responsible for the degeneration.’
‘Is there no way you can remove the liquid from his
body?’
‘Except we remove his blood too. It has mixed with his
blood and flows through the veins with the blood.
There’s a way we can still purge it out and that’s why are
conducting several tests on the remaining liquid, we
could get another mixture that’ll be able to nullify the
effects or help him excrete the poison.’
Dakolo hissed.
‘But let’s still thank God he didn’t receive the whole
contents of the drip bag, that would have been the
required quantity to initiate the full reaction. His brain
degeneration wouldn’t have been slow like this and we
would have faced more difficulties in getting the liquid as
what we’ll have would have only been traces which we
would get from his blood samples.’
Dakolo heaved another sigh of frustration. Several years
ago, his thoughts would have been to fly Henry to
another country for medical treatment but this was
2031, Nigeria was one of the countries with the best
medical facilities and he also expected that the Doctor
would have suggested it if there was need for Henry to be
transferred.
‘Can we see him now?’ Dakolo asked, after some seconds
of total silence.
‘Yes, of course. He should be awake.’ The Doctor replied
and stood to his feet. He waited for the other men to get
up and followed behind them as they walked out of his
office. He locked the door.
‘This way,’ the Doctor said to Dakolo and turned who
were facing the opposite direction. ‘He has been
transferred to another ward.’
‘Okay,’ Dakolo, Ken and Sylvester turned and followed
the Doctor.
Seven minutes later, they got to the new ward. Two
officers were in the corridor while one was seated inside
the ward. The three officers were the same ones asked to
keep an eye on him at the house.
Henry’s clothes had been changed to white top and
trousers, his eyes was open and liquid from a drip was
running into his veins.
Henry’s face twitched as he saw the man staring above
him. He made no other movement and had no
expression on his face.
‘Henry,’ Dakolo called. Henry blinked his eyes and turned
his gaze to the Doctor as if he didn’t hear anything.
‘He’s only conscious but his brain cannot really process
things, especially communication. The Doctor explained.
‘Is it that bad?’ Dakolo asked.
‘It happens,’ the Doctor replied, ‘to several mentally
challenged patients.
The door opened and a younger Doctor came in. He
proceeded towards the turned gazes of the men and
greeted the elderly Doctor first.
‘Good afternoon Sir.’
‘Good afternoon,’ the elderly Doctor replied and then
turned to Dakolo. ‘Meet Doctor Tobi, the new Doctor in
charge of Henry. And here’s Agent Dakolo and Officer
Ken,’ he said turning back to the Doctor. ‘Officers in
charge of the patient. This is Mr Sylvester, the patient’s
Boss at the NSCC.’
‘Good afternoon Sirs,’ Doctor Tobi greeted with a warm
smile.
‘Good afternoon,’ his greeting was replied reluctantly.
‘You’ll be relating with Doctor Tobi directly from now on.
As you can see, my office is quite some distance to this
new ward.’
‘It’s okay Doctor,’ Dakolo said, examining the new Doctor
with his eyes.
The elderly Doctor’s phone rang, he checked the screen
and exclaimed, ‘Oh! Gentlemen, you have to excuse me
now.’ He said before rushing out of the ward, leaving the
officers and Sylvester with the new Doctor.
‘Sirs, I made an important discovery.’ Doctor Tobi stated,
attracting attention to himself after several seconds of
silence.
‘What’s that?’ Dakolo asked, less enthusiastic about
knowing the discovery.
‘It’s possible that the patient did not place himself on
drip,’ Doctor Tobi stated.
‘Huh?’ Dakolo and Ken’s eyes widened, they showed
more interest now. Sylvester looked interested too on
seeing the officers new interest in the Doctor’s
conversation but he was lost on what they were talking
about.
‘There were traces of some sedative gases in his blood,
it’s possible that somebody drugged him first before
placing him on drip.’ The Doctor explained.
Ken and Dakolo stared at each other in silence,
wondering how possible that was. There was nobody else
in Henry’s house on that day they had checked and there
was nothing that suggested that someone had being in
the house with him. The officers who followed and
monitored him also saw no one enter the compound
with or after him.
~~~~~
Jefa laid on the bed wondering how Omotara had so
much knowledge of medicine. She even had a room in
her house that was well arranged with a bed for the
purpose.
Omotara continued in silence to clean and redress his
wounds which were exposed while they escaped from
the hospital. She felt like saying soothing words anytime
he groaned or made an uncomfortable noise but she
decided against it, preferring to maintain the silence
between them. She knew that he had so many questions
running through his mind, so, breaking the silence and
talking to him would only give room for the questions
which she wanted to avoid.
Finally she was through with her redressing and cleaning,
she packed up the tools and returned them to the shelf.
Jefa was absent-minded and was still seated slantingly,
thinking that the treatment was still going to continue.
Omotara stared at him, unwilling to break her silence but
she had to tell him to rest his back. One more thing that
she had to do was to ask him what kind of food he would
like.
‘You can lie down now,’ she finally said, walking towards
him. ‘What kind of food would you like to take?’
Jefa smiled and sat upright. ‘What are you going to take
too?’
‘Nothing,’ she lied, ‘I’m not ready to eat now.’
‘Okay, you bring me food when you’re ready to eat too’
Jefa said and rested his back in the bed.
‘Come on,’ Omotara moved closer to him and stared at
his face which she had been avoiding all through. ‘You
really need to eat something now for your medication to
work.’
‘You really need to eat something too else you break
down,’ Jefa countered.
She sighed. ‘I took something in the morning,’ she lied
again.
‘I took something this morning too,’ he replied
adamantly.
‘Okay,’ Omotara finally gave in. ‘What do you want to eat,
so I can get it for the both of us.’
‘You can get anything for me to eat as far as you’re going
to bring a chair and sit in front of me and we eat
together.’
Omotara shook her head in frustration at the new
condition. He stared at her, she knew he wasn’t going to
change his mind. ‘Okay,’ she said and turned back
immediately. She walked out of the room, closing the
door softly.
The first thing she picked up in the sitting room was her
phone. She clicked open the browser and began to type
some words into the search engine. The search results
displayed and she selected an option. Soon, a page which
displayed a list of restaurants in the area popped up. She
picked the car keys from the centre table and proceeded
out of the house.
All through the drive to the restaurant, she was
wondering was how her life would be now that she had a
brother. She thought of calling one or two of her co-
assassins to ask for suggestions but she discarded the
thought, she already knew that their advice would be to
kill him, except if he was also an assassin with a rigid
heart, that way both of them may be able to work
together without anyone bringing in emotions.
She returned with two plates of fried rice after thirty
minutes. Jefa was still awake when she entered back into
the room. He sat up on seeing her bring out the plates
from the bag.
She dragged a chair closer to his bed and dropped the
plates on it. She went out twice to get a small table and
tray and also two bottles and cups of water. She finally
settled to eat.
Jefa was the first to begin with the food. He had taken
about three spoons already before noticing that she
wasn’t eating. He paused and stared at him. She quickly
began to eat to avoid queries from him.
They finished the meal in silence and Omotara began to
pack the plates and cleaned the place. After taking out
other plates and cleaning the place. She returned to pick
the last bottle and cup of water that Jefa used.
‘Tara, we need to talk.’ Jefa finally broke the long silence.
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The air in the hospital in everyway was disgusting to Don
as he trudged up the stairs. He couldn’t wait for the
cursed man to recuperate and give him time to go about
his own business.
He just got to the landing when he heard someone trying
to stop him. He turned back to see a nurse running after
him.
‘How may I help you nurse?’ He asked impatiently.
‘Sir, I’ve been trying to stop you from the reception. The
patient has left with his sister.’ She said, still gasping for
breath.
‘He’s gone?’ Don eyes widened in surprise.
‘Yes,’ the nurse replied.
‘Oh! Thank goodness he left by himself.’ Don heaved a
sigh of relief.
‘Yeah, but you need to see the Doctor.’
‘Of course, is he in his office?’
‘Yes, he should be by now. The officers just left him.’
‘Thanks, what do I do with this?’ Don asked stretching
forth the polythene bag containing food which he
brought.
‘Ermm… You can give it to someone else.’
‘You can help me do that,’ he quickly handed it over to
the nurse and walked away.
He had to see the Doctor immediately and then go on
with his plan for the day. He needed to check Henry’s
house for traces, or any material which could lead him to
Samantha Osman.
~~
‘Tara, we need to talk.’ Jefa repeated again when he got
no response the first time.
Omotara paused and turned back tiredly. ‘You can’t have
a discussion now, you need to rest.’
‘I know I’m feeling sleepy already, I just thought I should
mention it you.’
‘It’s okay, we’ll talk later.’ She said she walked out of the
room.
She got to her room and walked straight to the
wardrobe. She took off her top and shorts, leaving her
black bra and pant on. She took off a black strip clothing
material that was fastened to her thigh, it had a knife in it
and also had space for a pistol. She wanted to draw out a
towel from the hanger but her eyes met with the black
bag which she took to Henry’s place. She took it out and
threw it on the bed. It had been unopened since the last
day she used it.
She opened the bag and emptied the contents on the
floor. A pistol, two short knives, an extra drip bag and so
many other medical materials fell off. She separated the
gun and knives and placed them on a stool, then she
drew out a brief case from under the bed and opened it.
She began to arrange the medical materials into it.
After two minutes of carefully arranging all medicals
except the drip bag, there was still a space left on the
brief case. She paused as she tried to remember what
was supposed to be there. After trying for some seconds
without remembering, she was about to close back the
briefcase before the missing item flashed back into her
mind.
‘D–n!’ She cursed and stood up immediately. The
ampoule. The tube shaped bottle which she used in
lessening the effects of the tranquilizer she first used on
Henry.
That was another shitty effect of emotions, she had
forgotten to pick the bottle when her eyes met with his
and she saw the disappointment in his face. If there
wasn’t any emotion between them, she wouldn’t have
reacted the way she did. The bottle may have been seen
by the police where she kept it but she still had to check
if they didn’t pick it up, she had to return to his house.
~~
Dakolo was already tired when he returned back to his
office. It had not been so much an hectic day but the
knowledge of Henry’s illness and new condition was what
brought about his tiredness.
He had barely settled down when a knock sounded on his
door. He shook his head in frustration and stared at the
door. He didn’t feel like answering anybody but it would
be unprofessional of him not to.
‘Yes, come in.’ He said hesitatingly.
A young female Officer from the forensics department
walked in and closed the door behind. She saluted before
proceeding towards the table with a file.
‘Here’s the result of the test sir,’ she said and handed
over the file to him.
He took it without saying anything and brought out the
papers in the file. He began to go through them. The first
set of the papers were written in science and medical
languages, so he had a hard time getting the meaning of
the document but the last paper had the results written
in layman’s terms.
‘Thanks, you may leave.’ He said to the officer and she
curtsied before turning to walk away.
It was the result of the the small bottle found in Henry’s
house close to the sofa where he was receiving the drip.
The one which Tarasha had forgotten to pick up when
her eyes met with Henry’s. The result clearly stated that
the mixture was used to ameliorate a previous situation
induced by another mixture.
It was not making sense to him any longer. Doctor Tobi
had said that it was possible that someone had drugged
Henry first before placing him on drip but now the
mixture found in the house was a mixture to reduce the
effect of a mixture. Does it mean that someone drugged
him and then wanted to reduce the effects of the drug
again? Maybe there was someone with him who had to
flee when the police arrived, he thought.
He arranged back the papers into the file, he concluded
that the Doctor would have a better explanation about
the mixture.
A thought suddenly struck his mind. He picked up his
phone and dialed Ken.
‘Round up your office work, we’re going to visit Henry’s
house now to confirm the Doctor’s opinion that Henry
could have been placed on drip by someone else. We
need to check thoroughly this time if there’s any hidden
entrance in the house and any signs of breaking in.’
~~
Don was the first to get to Henry’s house. He stared at the
gate from where his car was parked, trying to come up
with a plan of getting inside. This time, there was nobody
watching over the house but he still couldn’t enter
through the gate or jump over the fence since it was still
day. And he didn’t want to come back at night as he had
gotten information from the vice president and the
inspector General that the house was being watched
during night time.
The only possible way he saw that wouldn’t raise
suspicion from passers-by and attract the police was
entering into the next compound and jumping over the
separating fence but there was no way he was going to
do that som alone and without hurting those in the
compound. He took out his phone.
‘Hello Stainless, join me at Ordoz palace road with three
other rigid boys in ten minutes time.’ He said into the
phone.
Three guys joined him in ten minutes time like he asked
and they got into the building next to Henry’s house.
~~
‘We’ve closed,’ a voice shouted from inside the
compound as Tarasha continued to bang on the gate. ‘I
said we’ve closed,’ the voice shouted again, this time
coming nearer.
The small door hole was opened and Tarasha could see
someone’s eyeball there. She shifted back and positioned
herself in a way that the man would see her exposed
cleavage. There was silence for a while, then the gate was
opened.
‘Young lady,’ the aged security man spoke in a softer
voice. He was one of the men on duty on the day which
Tarasha had entered into Henry’s building through the
compound of the paper company. But all the men
attacked that day could remember nothing at all. The
Benryl which she had passed into their bodies took every
memory of the encounter away.
‘May I come in sir,’ Tarasha smiled and posed in a
seductive way.
The security man’s body trembled, he feasted his eyes on
her exposed thighs showing below the tip of the mini
gown. ‘Come in…’ He stammered and opened the gate
for her.
‘Audu, na who be that?’ Another security man who was
seated at the far end of the compound shouted. They
were two seated together, their shirts were flown open
and they had bottles of beer in front of them. Like the
last time Tarasha had come, none of them had guns by
their sides, they always kept it in the security room since
it was barely used.
‘I dey come,’ the man with Tarasha shouted back. ‘Fine
girl, what do you …’ He turned to ask Tarasha but
couldn’t complete the question as she stuck a pin into his
neck that moment. He fell to the ground.
The other security picked up their rods and began to
charge towards Tarasha. She motioned towards them
without fear.
The first one made his strike but she dodged it and gave
him a jab in his belly, he groaned and staggered
backwards hitting the back of his head against the face of
the other one rushing forward. Tarasha quickly followed
up with a flying kick to his head. The first man fell to the
ground while the second man staggered backwards.
Tarasha rushed towards him, bounced on the first man’s
body and sent her two legs to the other man’s face. She
rolled and landed on the right leg while the man still
struggled to keep his feet on the ground. She charged
towards him again. He swiped his rod but it was a lazy
swipe, she dodged it and gave him a heavy punch on his
nose. He staggered like a drunk man and fell on the side
fence, he began to see stars. Tarasha turned back to see
the other man already up and trudging towards the
security post. She raised up her gown and took out a gun,
she fired it and a pin was projected into the man’s back.
He fell down immediately. She turned again to the other
man and sent the pin into his neck. He fell to the floor
also.
She returned the gun to where she took it from and
rolled down her gown.
~~
Don and two of his men finally succeeded in getting into
Henry’s house first. The other two men were in the
duplex in the next compound, watching over the
inhabitants of the house to keep them in silence.
They broke in through the first door and Don began to
search the whole house while the other guys watched as
they had no knowledge of what he was searching for.
Don left the living room and proceeded to the inner
rooms, he entered into the first room in the corridor. It
was a small library with large windows. He turned on the
light and began to search around the place. His main
prayer in the library was for him to see a diary that
would detail Henry’s day to day activities. He hoped that
Henry was someone who kept one.
He was still searching when he began to hear some
strange sounds. He stopped to listen but couldn’t make
out what it was. He returned to the living room to see if
the sound was being made by his men.
The men stared at Don questioningly as he fixed his eyes
on them. They were comfortably seated on two different
sofas in living room.
‘Are you hearing that?’ Don asked in low tones. The
sound was quite low in the living room. The men had to
listen carefully.
‘What’s that?’ One of the men asked.
‘Shh…’ Don hushed him, raising his hand up. He paused
to listen again. ‘It’s coming from the back.’
One of the guys got up and walked to where Don was
standing to listen. ‘There’s a paper company at the back
of this place.’ He said to Don.
‘So are you saying the sound may be coming from
there?’
‘Where else? It doesn’t sound like a person or animal’s
movement.’
Don felt relaxed for a moment until he checked his
wristwatch. ‘This is four thirty, aren’t firms around here
mandated to close by four o’clock?’
‘How many firms would follow that order?’ The guy
asked with a loud mocking smile. ‘Come on, get back to
work and let’s leave this place.’ He said and returned to
his seat.
Don stood still for a while to listen again but the sound
had stopped. He walked back towards the library to
continue his search.
~
The door finally gave way and Tarasha walked in
carefully. She didn’t bother to close the door but
proceeded forward through the corridor in between the
rooms. The bulb in the corridor was on. It was expected,
since the police had visited the place, they would most
likely leave without remembering to turn off the lights.
She got halfway the corridor and noticed that the door to
the first room was slightly opened. She paused and then
heard a laugh.
‘Shi*t!’ She cursed silently. The police were around, she
thought. Without turning, she began to step back slowly,
trying her possible best not to make any noise.
She was close to the door when a figure appeared at the
other end of the corridor.
~~~
‘Let’s try everything we can to confirm if someone else
was in the house that day or not, we have to establish
that fact so that we can move on with our investigation.’
Dakolo said as Ken halted the car in front of the gate.
‘Here,’ Ken handed over Henry’s gate keys to the junior
officer seated at the back. The junior officer stepped out
and proceeded towards the gate to open it. ‘How come
his cameras aren’t even working?’ Ken said aloud after
the junior officer had left. ‘If the cameras he planted
inside his house were working, we would have had a
video recording of what transpired. Or did he just place
them there for fun because I wonder how he was
planning to get other cameras to work while his wasn’t.’
‘I believe those cameras were working,’ Dakolo said
thoughtfully. ‘Maybe we have to invite an NSCC official to
check what went wrong with it.’
The junior officer opened the small gate and entered into
the compound to open the larger passage for their car
but then he came out immediately and closed the gate
gently without making any sound. He hurried back
towards the car.
‘Sir, the front door is wide open’ he said to Dakolo.
‘Looks like someone is inside.’
Dakolo’s gaze widened as he heard those words. He took
a glance at Ken. ‘Call the office for reinforcement, twenty
more men should be enough.’ He ordered Ken before
stepping out of his car. He took out his revolver.
Episode 70
Tarasha paused to stare at the man in front of her. He
stood at ease and narrowed his gaze at her, twitching his
lips. She could see the gun curves showing at the pocket
side of his trousers.
At first she was sure that he was a policeman until he
mentioned her name. Then she became uncertain, she
wasn’t expecting the police to have made so much
progress in investigating her.
‘Tarasha,’ Don called and took a step forward. She took
two steps backward without responding to his call.
Don paused to reason for a moment. The door behind
her was opened, so it would be easy for her to get out
and he didn’t want that to happen. ‘Tarasha, can we talk?’
He called again.
Tarasha bit her lips now and stared straight into his eyes.
Now she knew he wasn’t a policeman because no other
person knew her name except for her employees and
Chief Gab, and maybe some of Chief Gab’s associates
who he might have spoken to about her. Was he one of
Chief Gab’s associates? She asked herself. Or could he be
Don? Henry, Aisha and Cole’s former Boss. That was the
other person who could know her name, due to his past
relationship with Aisha. She shook her almost invisibly,
unsure of what conclusion to make about him. She kept
a straight face.
Don too was unsure of what to conclude. Was this
Tarasha or someone else? The girl he was seeing looks so
young and harmless to him. Her face even looks innocent
and naive. Or maybe she was Alexandra Evelyn who he
found out from the police case report could be the
girlfriend of Henry. To make matters worse, she was not
even replying or making any facial response. If she was
Tarasha, there was a way he expected her face to
respond when he called her name but if she wasn’t
Tarasha, then she was supposed to be expressing fear
which she wasn’t. But she was a trained Assassin like
himself, his brain didn’t tell him that she could know all
the tricks too.
‘Tarasha, let’s talk.’ Don tried his luck again.
‘Who are you?’ She finally spoke.
‘I’m a friend,’ he replied, still uncertain if she was Tarasha
or not. ‘I won’t hurt you, I promise.’ He raised his two
hands up to emphasize.
‘What do you want here?’ She asked, unmoved.
‘I’ve been looking for you,’ Don stated.
For the first time, Tarasha made a facial response as a
thought struck her mind. Was it possible that some of
her employees have betrayed her and given her out to
the police? Or Chief Gab had released informations
which he wasn’t supposed to have.
Don stood still, hoping she would take his offer to discuss
with her. He saw her made a frown when he said he’s
been looking for her and he got some information from
that. He was about to make a conclusion when Tarasha’s
voice sounded again, dismissing his information as false.
‘You don’t know me, why are you looking for me?’ She
asked, intelligently confusing Don. Only criminals would
not ask a question when someone states that he was
looking for them, because they always expected the
police to be in search of them. But now that she feigned
surprise, he would think of her as someone innocent. But
that would only work if he was unsure of who she was,
and luckily for Tarasha, he really was.
‘Are you Tarasha?’ He foolishly asked.
‘Don, the police are here’ another guy appeared at Don’s
back.
‘Oops!’ Don exclaimed, taking a quick glance at the back.
~~
‘Sir, I don’t think we should go in now till we have our
men here.’ Ken suggested, taking out his phone.
‘Just call and ask for reinforcement now,’ Dakolo shouted
his order.
Ken quickly complied with the order while Dakolo waited
in front of the gate to get his response. He peeped
through the small space by the wall to check if what the
junior officer said was true.
‘They’re coming sir,’ Ken reported.
‘Okay, get the bluetooth communication devices out of
the car for both of us.’ Dakolo instructed.
Ken turned back into the car and brought out the devices
hurriedly. Dakolo had already come closer to the car. The
both of them fixed the devices to their belts and ears.
‘You stay and wait for the boys while I go inside,’ Dakolo
began, ‘you should storm the the place with some others
if you hear no word from me in five minutes.’
~~~
Tarasha had no reason to wait anymore, she now knew
that these men went officers. She fled through the
opened door and was up on the fence in ten seconds.
Don and his man followed outside, they saw her roll over
to the other side.
‘Are you sure it was the police?’ Don turned back and
asked impatiently, forgetting temporarily about Tarasha.
He now needed no prophet to tell him that he was
discussing with Tarasha, a usual girl couldn’t jump over
the fence as easily as she just did, even he wouldn’t do it
as swift as that.
He felt stupid for being deceived by her looks. Was he
even expecting anyone else? But what if he wasn’t
deceived, maybe he wouldn’t have been able to do
anything. It is easier said or thought than executed. A
strange kind of fear flashed through his heart at the
thought of having being engaged in a fight or gun duel
with her.
He didn’t come prepared to fight or kill her, he had only
come to gather information that would lead him to her.
He was hundred percent sure that she wasn’t a poor
specimen and it wouldn’t have been easy to take her out,
he remembered stories of his strong men whom she had
previously dealt with singlehandedly. But there was
another problem at hand now.
‘Yes, it was the police. We heard some sounds at the
gate.’
‘Did you see them?’
‘I saw one, I left the living room immediately after you
left and I was at the extensions when I heard the gate
creak, I quickly opened the curtain and peeped out
through the window and I saw an officer sneaking back
outside.’ Stainless explained
‘D–n! We must get out of here.’
‘Yes, but not through that gate. The officers are there.’
‘We’ll take the same place Tarasha took,’ Don said, staring
at the spot corner of the fence.
‘Tara…?’ Stainless frowned his face.
‘Sorry… Samantha Osman,’ Don corrected.
‘Samantha Osman?’ Stainless widened his eyes in horror.
‘C’mon, call the other guy and let’s get out of this place
now.’
‘What about my two other boys?’
‘You’ll call them later,’ Don said and stepped down from
the house to the interlocked floor.
~~~
Dakolo finally got close to the entrance door which was
broken. He hid his back by the wall and peeped in, the
bulbs that turned off by the police the last time were now
on and that was another sign that someone or some
people were in the house presently. He entered into the
first extension but nothing was there. He proceeded into
the living room. He could hear running footsteps and
voices inside the house. He followed after the sound and
passed through the corridor of the inner rooms to the
backyard, he saw a man trying to roll over to the other
side of the fence. He quickly pointed his gun and quickly
took a shot, it entered into the man’s leg but he still
managed to roll over to the other side.
Dakolo quickly followed, he jumped on the fence and
peeped into the compound. He could see a man running
out through the gate, another one following behind while
the one he just shot was hopping after them in pains. He
dropped off the fence and tucked his pistol into his
pocket, he also ensured that all devices on his body were
perfectly fixed. He took some steps backwards and ran
towards the fence. He climbed and quickly rolled over.
He took out his bluetooth device immediately he landed
and connected with Ken.
‘Are the guys there now?’ He asked hurriedly.
‘Yes, they just arrived. I’m coming into the house now.’
‘No need to come into the house anymore,’ Dakolo said,
bringing out his gun as he followed after the injured guy
trying to escape. ‘Get some men with you and hurry to
the street behind. The men in the house are already
escaping through the paper company here.’
‘Right away sir.’
‘Make sure you remain connected.’ Dakolo took some
more shots at the hopping man, but none met the target.
He took a brief pause on seeing the security men lying on
the floor. He squatted and removed the pin from the
neck of the first one, the man coughed immediately and
drifted back to consciousness.
‘Don’t go anywhere,’ Dakolo commanded before getting
up to continue following after the criminal. The man was
already out of the gate before Dakolo got there but he
had not gone far enough, his bad leg couldn’t carry him
fast.
‘Halt or I shoot?’ Dakolo shouted his threat to the man.
The man seemed not to listen but kept hopping around
and was trying to cross the road.
Dakolo stopped and carefully aimed at the same leg, he
knew that the man couldn’t go too far but he didn’t want
the stress that the man could put him through if he
mixes with people passing by. If the man had a gun, it
was also possible that he could grab a passerby and hurt
the person or decide to use the victim as an hostage. He
took one shot and the man crashed to the ground.
Dakolo looked around him before he proceeded to meet
the fallen body. Pedestrians and motorists were already
fixing their attention on the scene.
‘Did you see anybody else run this way?’ Dakolo asked a
passing pedestrian.
‘Yes,’ the man answered. ‘I saw two guys, they were
running that way.’ The man pointed to the direction
where they took, that was the way to the roundabout.
‘Thank you,’ Dakolo felt like going after them but he knew
it would be fruitless, he couldn’t pursue two men at
once. It was better he focused on the one at hand.
He squatted beside the shot man and searched his body,
he took out the gun and knife from his pockets and kept
it on the ground. Then he connected to Ken again.
‘D–n it! Where are you guys?’ He shouted.
‘At the roundabout sir, there’s a little bit of traffic.’
‘What the hell are you talking about? Come on, clear the
road and get here in the next five seconds.’ Dakolo
ordered before disconnecting. He never liked to disobey
traffic rules but when it ges to cases like this, he had to
take extreme measures. Clearing the road would require
them to order all other motorists to halt even if the
traffic sign or official was commanding them to go.
Dakolo returned his gun into his pocket and got up, he
glanced around. He could see people staring towards him
from every direction and the motorists also taking some
seconds to observe him and the lying body. He took a
glance at the body, the man was losing a lot of blood and
could die if he wasn’t taken to the hospital soon.
Ken and five other officers arrived in a police van one
minute later.
‘This man needs to be rushed to the hospital,’ Dakolo said
after the officers had jumped out of the van. Two officers
rushed to the injured man and carried him into the van.
Dakolo commanded them to drive to the hospital
immediately while he was left alone with two other
officers and Ken.
‘Two other guys got away,’ Dakolo said to Ken, finally
keeping his gun back into the pocket. ‘What instructions
did you give to the officers manning the gate?’
~~~
Tarasha could hear the sound of the gun shot twice from
where she was in a traffic jam. She also saw the police
van that passed, commanding every other vehicle
including hers to halt while they passed. All the while, she
was boiling with rage. She wished she could see Henry
and strangle life out of him that moment. He was the
cause for all these. He was the one that returned her
emotions into her life. Now because of that, she had
already began to make several mistakes that could cause
bigger problems.
The road was finally cleaed and she heaved a deep sigh of
relief as she drove off. She tried to get the recent
encounter off her mind. Who ever was the man who
called her by her name and the reason he wanted to
speak with her, she would solve that later.
She still had one more mission that night, her team had a
special dinner with the Senate President in his house that
night and she was going to attend, as the fourth person in
the team who had gone to Lagos for inspection but has
now returned. Cole had also hinted her that the man had
offered for them to stay over in his house that night. A
phone call disrupted her thoughts.
‘Mr Sylvester,’ she said after answering.
‘Hello Kimberly, I’m sorry I’ve not called you since
morning.’ Sylvester’s fatigued voice sounded. ‘I’ve been
busy running around about Mr Henry’s case.’
‘It’s okay sir, I understand.’ Kimberly replied pleasantly.
‘How is your mum now?’
‘Ermm…’ She stammered for a moment, temporarily
forgetting that her excuse for not being at work was her
mother’s illness.
‘Is she better now?’ Sylvester added.
‘Yes,’ she finally remembered.
‘Do extend my greetings to her and tell me if there’s any
way I can be of help.’ Sylvester offered.
‘Thank you so much sir, I appreciate.’
‘It’s okay, you can take tomorrow off also.’
‘Oh! Thanks sir.’
‘Goodnight.’
‘Goodnight sir.’ The call ended.
She returned back to her thoughts. She was sure that the
Senate President’s life would be easier to take, now that
there were lots of distractions and investigations for the
police to handle, they wouldn’t expect the strike. Tarasha
and her team had close to twelve hours to carry out the
planning and execution. They were to get to his house for
the dinner by eight pm and would leave before or by
eight a.m the next morning.
What she only needed to do now was to find a nurse to
take care of her brother, Jeffery.

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