Chapter 12 part 3&4
‘She has to be this,’ Dave said, pointing to a name in a table of several rows and six columns. Several other names were on the column the name was and the name he pointed to was A.K Evelyn. ‘Her full name is Alexander Kimberly Evelyn,’ Dave said to the head security officer standing behind him. He was seated at the front of a computer after being given the permission to go through their payments.
‘Is that the name on the credit card?’ The man behind Dave asked. He leaned forward to see the name on the screen, placing a hand on the backrest of Dave’s seat.
‘It’s one of the names, she uses several names on the same card.’ Dave replied.
‘How then are you sure this is the person you’re looking for? What if the initials do not mean what you think?’ the man asked, pulling a seat closer to sit.
Dave took out his phone and unlocked it. He opened the messages and scrolled down, searching for a particular sms. ‘Here,’ he said, handing the phone to the man. ‘That’s the text I extracted from the bank concerning her transaction with this hotel. The date and time of transaction, amount paid, transaction number matches correctly only with this name on your record.’
The head security officer compared the details on the phone and on the computer screen to confirm.
‘It’s true. So how are you planning to go about it?’ he asked after verifying.
‘We have to confirm first if she’s in the room right now.’
‘Do we need to call the police?’
‘No, not yet please. She’s just a suspect and I have to prove that she is the right person first. Right now, we can’t level any accusation against her.’
‘Then how are you going to prove it?’
‘You’re going to allow me, I know what to do. You can watch and monitor me but I’ll only call for your help when I need it.’
Martin Ekwueme opened his eyes to find himself in a large bed which wasn’t his. He turned and looked around the room he was, he had never been there before and couldn’t remember how he got there. He sat up and placed his feet on the ground. He found his sandals placed on the ground close to the bed. He turned and looked back, he noticed a drawer at the other side of the bed with the stool at the front. There was a tray containing plates which were covered, a bottle of water and a glass cup. The man could perceive the delicious aroma of the food in the plate even though he couldn’t tell exactly what the meal was.
He closed his eyes in his confusion, trying to remember what he was doing in that room and how he got there. He tried hard to recall but couldn’t still figure it out. He must have slept for a very long time, he thought. Maybe he was in his son Mr Ekwueme Jnr’s house, he thought. The last thing he remembered was he and his son in the car driving to his house in Ngozika Estate, then he remembered the boy telling him he was leaving to see the mother and would be coming back to take him to Nnewi after he (the father) must have had enough rest. Then a dream, he remembered; his wife had come to meet him in that dream and warned him not to tell the children about his past deeds.
He frowned as he recalled the masked girl which looked like the girl he met at the hospital that morning. Was that real or also part of the dream? He wasn’t sure. But the girl claimed to have placed a bomb in his son’s car. Does that mean his meeting with his wife was real or was it his meeting with the strange young girl that was part of the dream? Now, he was totally confused.
He looked towards the door as he heard a sound from the direction. The knob turned and in came the answer to his questions. The young lady in the supposed dream. She still had the same clothes on with the exception of the jacket. It looks real, the man said to himself. The sleep he had must have done some damage to his memory. He couldn’t remember anything from the moment she took off the mask in the ‘dream’.
‘You’re awake,’ Tarasha said as she proceeded to the other side of the bed. She carried the stool with the tray and plates on top and turned to the side the man was facing. ‘Here’s your dinner, I hope you like Nigerian jollof rice.’ she said as she opened the cover.
Confusion was written all over Dr Ekwueme’s face. He was hungry because he barely tasted the lunch he was served at home and the aroma of the jollof rice was intimidating but he didn’t consider the option of eating it. He needed answers to the questions in his mind. The memories he could recall, were they part of a dream and what he was experiencing at the moment.
‘I know you are wondering how you got here,’ she said to him, as if she could read his mind. ‘I injected you Benryl, so you can’t remember no matter how hard you try.’
‘Benryl!’ the man voiced under his breath. He remembered the substance; it induced instant sleep for few hours and a two hour memory loss in the one whose blood it mixed with in the body. He remembered that the substance was discovered in Nigeria some months ago even though it had been found in some few other developed countries before.
The doctor racked his brain to remember when it was first discovered in Nigeria. He suddenly recalled and it brought a sudden tension to his heart. The person who introduced the substance to the history of Nigeria was an assassin and there was no record of its use anywhere or by anyone else yet.
‘You should eat, you’ll need it I tell you.’ she with a convincing smile for him to eat.
‘Who are you?’ he said, staring at her thinly.
‘Oh! My bad, I should have introduced myself earlier.’ she said and took two steps backwards, rubbing her palms gently on her laps. ‘They call me Samantha Osman in Nigeria,’ she said as she folded her arms across her chest, standing with her legs slightly apart.
His fears were confirmed. Samantha Osman was the assasin that introduced the substance in the country by using it on her victims. But what he couldn’t understand was what she wanted from him.
‘What do you want from me?’
‘Nothing much really; just your cooperation. Don’t be scared; I’m a very pleasant person to work with; if you’ll only cooperate.’ she said, in a kind of mocking tone.
The man stared at her speechlessly. There was total silence in the room for a moment. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat whose rate had doubled.
‘You need to eat now, we have so many things to do together. I’ll be back in thirty minutes time.’ she said and proceeded out of the room.
Some minutes later
Dave adjusted the belt holding his trousers on his waist for the second time in the elevator. His eyes met with the other man in the elevator and the man smiled. The concierge’s uniform which Dave was given to put on was obviously not his size. The trouser looked like a baggy on him while the shoes he had on were so small.
The elevator finally stopped at the tenth floor and Dave gracefully exited. As he stepped out of the elevator and proceeded on the corridor, he was conscious that he was being watched by the head security officer through the cameras. He checked the label at the door of each room as he walked and soon located the room assigned to A.K Evelyn. He stopped at the door and turned to face the camera. He made a sign with his hand towards the camera hoping that the man was watching at that moment.
He turned back to the door and brought out the key given to him. He decided to still push the bell button in case they had been wrong about her absence. He used the button again and waited for another thirty seconds before he inserted the key into the keyhole. It made the sound that it was unlocked after turning twice. Dave looked around the corridor again, there was a couple kissing and hugging each other in the passage as they walked to their room.
He turned the knob and pushed the door gently. He entered slowly and locked the door from behind. He quickly located the switch and turned on the light. His eyes hovered around the room for a moment. It was neatly arranged and it looked like no one had used the room that day. The reports of the cleaners had stated that she allowed no one into the room that morning, claiming that she wouldn’t need their services until the next morning, so she must have cleaned and arranged the place by herself that day or probably used it carefully. That further convinced Dave that he would get something very useful in the room but he hoped that she wouldn’t return while he was still in the room. They had not been able to pick out her face from the footages from the security cameras but he had agreed with the security head that he should be alerted when a lady enters the corridor of the tenth floor.
He proceeded to the wardrobe straightway after looking around and being sure that there was nothing in the room to check. It wasn’t locked so he opened it easily. There were no clothes hung but two bags on the shelves; a backpack and a briefcase. He checked the backpack first, he pulled the zips of the large section apart widely.
His heartbeat was racing faster now. He could see things he was expecting to see there; two neatly arranged pistols by the left side placed on top of a pack of cartridges. On the right side, there was a set of medical equipments in a transparent rectangular case placed on top of a black polythene bag which had a box in it. Dave felt the urge to check what was inside the polythene bag but controlled himself, he didn’t want to touch something he would not be able to arrange back in the position it was before. He zipped up the section and put the zips together at the side which he met them. He opened the next section, there was a laptop and it’s adapter in it. He thought of bringing it out but he realized that it would make him spend more time than he was supposed to and he might not even be and to use if it was protected. He closed the section and moved to the briefcase. He was careful in touching it, so as not to move it from the position. He studied the briefcase, it was secured with fingerprint lock. The only way he could see what was inside the briefcase was to destroy it but that wasn’t an option.
He decided to check all the corners of the wardrobe to ensure there was nothing left to see before he closed it. He saw a whitish substance at an edge at the ground side of the wardrobe. On a first look, he thought it was cocaine but as he looked well and touched it with two fingers, he realized it was dust that had dropped from the joints of the wooden wardrobe. He rose up and closed the wardrobe gently. Then he turned and looked around the room, his eyes searching for a place to attach the camera bug he brought with him. He knew he had to hide it somewhere her bug detector would not be able to screen, that was if she would put her bug detector on which he really doubted, she would have no reason to put on a bug detector except he leaves a trace behind.
His eyes met with bathroom door as he searched around for where to hide the bug. He realized he had not gone to check inside the bathroom if there was anything there.
He got to the bathroom and stepped in. There were two black clothes – a black shirt and trouser – hung neatly on the line above the bathtub. He stepped forward to examine the two clothes. He noticed that there was a little swelling at the pocket of the trouser. He touched it to see, there was a hundred dollars note in it.
‘Oops!’ he exclaimed as he noticed that the dust on his fingers had rubbed up at the front of the pocket. It was little and there was a ninety five percent probability of it going unnoticed but Dave didn’t want to leave any traces, he moved closer to clean the little trace of dust. He held the trouser in position with the other clean hand and wiped the stain with an handkerchief. The stain was gone. He looked around the bathroom again, there was nothing else to see. He quickly proceeded out of the bathroom, not knowing he had stepped on a folded white piece of paper on the floor.
‘You’re hurting yourself by not eating,’ Tarasha said as she closed the door and proceeded towards the direction of the man. She held a small handbag with her. She stood at his front and folded her arms, ‘Well, my work has to continue whether you eat or not.’
She moved the tray away from the footstool and placed it on the ground. Then she took out two guns from her pockets before sitting on the stool. She placed the guns on her laps before she began to talk.
‘You’ve been cooperating so far, I can see that you’re a wise man.’ Tarasha said with a crooked smile. She had expected him to try to call for help by making noise for those in the surroundings to hear and she would have been forced to torture him and tie him up but he was quiet all through which she thought very unusual of someone that was kidnapped, but she was already used to meeting unusual people.
‘Let’s go straight to the point,’ she said and adjusted her seating position, guarding the guns with her hands for them not to fall. ‘I’m here to find out a few things about your work with Vice President Elvis Richards and his gang of friends. I learnt that you worked closely with them,’ she stopped to get a confirmation from him but he remained still, staring at her without saying anything. ‘Talk to me man,’ she frowned at him and picked up a gun.
‘Yes, I worked with Elvis Richards before he became the Vice President.’ the man finally replied in a weak voice.
‘What did you do for him?’
He stared at her speechlessly again, hesitating to reply.
‘You don’t want to cooperate anymore?’ she asked with a raised brow. ‘I could take out your wife and two children this night and show you the videos for your viewing pleasure if you refuse to cooperate.’
The man shivered visibly at her threat. The life of his family mattered more to him than his life and he couldn’t imagine them having to die for his own sins.
‘What work did you do for Elvis Richards and his friends?’ she asked again.
‘I was their Doctor.’ he answered, this time his voice was both weak and shaky.
‘Don’t lie to me,’ Tarasha frowned.
‘I’m not lying, I was their Doctor but not for personal or family medical issues.’
‘What were you to them? And how did you even meet them?’
The man sniffed. Tears began to form in his eyes. This was a secret he had kept for years, the same one that broke his marriage. He had told no one in his lifetime, none, not even his wife. His wife had discovered it herself and hated him for it. He couldn’t imagine himself narrating everything; it was just like telling someone how wicked and cruel he was; or he had been in the past.
‘Talk to me,’ Tarasha said in an encouraging voice on seeing the tears running down the man’s cheeks.
He sniffed again and cleaned the tears with the back of his hand. He seemed to have become a woman as he now cried easily nowadays. He sniffed in the mucus already formed in his nose before he began to talk. ‘I helped a particular group of people run a baby factory years ago, that was where I met Elvis Richards. Then, he found out…’
‘What’s a baby factory?’ Tarasha cut in.
‘A house where young pregnant prostitutes, mostly pregnant teenagers were kept. They are delivered of their babies and allowed to go without the babies. The babies were usually sold in return for money of which the mothers get a little percent. I don’t know how they sell them, my job was to coordinate the nurses that took care of the delivery.’ the man explained with a drop of tears rolling down his face.
Tarasha stared blankly for a while, trying to imagine the scenario. She never thought Elvis Richards corps have involved himself in such dirty and petty things that the doctor had just narrated.
‘That was before Elvis Richards became rich, he didn’t own the baby factory but he was the police backup for the people who ran it. That was where I met him.’
‘And so when did you start working for him and his friends?’
‘I met him again after I had stopped the job with that baby factory after working for three months with them. I decided to turn a new leave after confessing Jesus in a church. I abandoned my hospital which wasn’t thriving and dusted my certificate to look for a job. I found one at a big hospital and I began to work there faithfully. I did well and got promoted quickly. After some years, the hospital had grown bigger then. I had a Doctor who worked under me, his name was Danjuma. He was so close to me, we moved from friends to brothers. He got to treat a very rich and patriotic businessman’s daughter who was a victim of fake drugs. The businessman didn’t take it lightly and wanted to make sure the source of the fake drugs is exposed. I never knew that Dr Danjuma and his wife were being pressured and threatened by some people who were in charge of importing those drugs who also heard about the incident, that was one secret Danjuma kept from me. They told him to change the report so that the businessman could end his rage but Dr Danjuma would not give in. The case lingered because these guys who brought in the fake drugs were being backed by a very powerful politician, I don’t know who that politician is till date. Danjuma never suggested anything about it to me, maybe he didn’t want to get me into his troubles. Those pressuring him got to know that I was his senior, they came to me to influence him, Elvis Richards was their leader, then he had become bigger financially and was occupying a higher rank in the force. I told them I couldn’t influence Danjuma to do such but Elvis Richard who knew me threatened to expose my past, I had to give in. Danjuma soon left town when the pressure was much, even the rich businessman could not guarantee him safety as there was a richer man on the bad side. As Danjuma’s senior doctor, I decided to handle the case myself after Danjuma left and I worked it in Elvis Richards and his people’s favour. Danjuma never knew I was the one who took over the medical case.
Well, I thought it was all over after that ended, but Elvis Richards came back. I was far older than he was but he was arrogant because he had the support in high places. He was doing well in the police force and getting praises but was doing evil underground. I was threatened and forced to continue working with Elvis Richards. He was into child trafficking, I became the Doctor who certified the health of these kids. I also treated some criminals secretly, some members of the then Boko Haram terrorist group. Surprisingly, there was a lot of support for us. A lot of people are benefiting from the Boko Haram insurgency so they wanted it to continue. Then I lost my conscience and did many other awful things…’
‘Hold on for a minute,’ Tarasha cut in again. ‘I think we have to continue later and I also need some specifics and not just this story you’re telling,’ she said checking her wristwatch. ‘I’ve got to pick something outside now before it’s late.’
She opened the small handbag which she placed on the floor and took out a syringe and ampoule. She drew into the syringe the content of the ampoule. The man was already staring at her, looking very scared.
‘Here, it’s just something to make you sleep.’ she handed the empty ampoule to the man to read the label. ‘Be good,’ she said with a wry smile and took his hand gently. He didn’t object. She located the appropriate blood vessel and released the contents of the syringe into it. The man began to doze off even before she removed the syringe. She laid him gently in the bed.
Crescent Moon Hotel
Tarasha took in a deep breath as she entered into the hotel room. She turned on the light and proceeded to the wardrobe to search for the piece of paper which she came for. She checked the section of the backpack where some clothes were before remembering that the paper was in the back pocket of the cloth she hung in the bathroom. She closed the backpack and took the briefcase out of the wardrobe, she placed it on the bed, she would be taking it with her to the house. She then proceeded to the bathroom to take the piece of paper.
In the dark security room.
‘It looks like she’s still going out this night, she has gone straight into the bathroom’ Dave said to his partner who was seated absentmindedly on a seat some metres away from him. Dave’s laptop was on his laps and he was watching the lady who had just entered the bugged hotel room. She had a face cap on and that was preventing him from seeing her face because the camera bug was attached at the middle of the ceiling where a dark design was.
‘You’re going to see her face soon, when she relaxes on the bed.’ Dave’s partner who’s name he had found to be Clement replied.
Back in the hotel room.
Tarasha removed the cap on her face as she entered the bathroom. She reached for her trousers and dipped her hand into the back pocket. A frown appeared on her face as her fingers touched nothing. She paused to recall carefully. She remembered that she didn’t change of the paper before leaving the hotel room but she had carelessly hung the trouser in the bathroom, forgetting there was any paper then. She looked into the bathtub to see if had fallen inside. Then she looked at the ground, it was there, just beside the bathtub. She picked it up with a frown, it had been stained, she could tell the stains were from the soles of someone’s shoe. She raised her leg up to check the soles, it wasn’t her shoe, the soles of her shoes were dirtier. It had to be someone else’s.
But she was the only one who entered the room that day. She had given instruction for the cleaners not to clean the room, or did they come in to clean the place after she left?
A note of alarm was raised in her mind. She wore her face cap back and walked back into the room with the trouser and paper in her hand. She went straight to the drawer and picked the phone provided by the hotel. She dialed their customer service.
‘Hello, did anyone come to clean my room today?’ she asked.
‘Humm… What’s your room number please?’
Tarasha replied with the room number.
‘Please a minute to check.’ there was silence for more than one minute. ‘No ma’am, you requested earlier that you wouldn’t need our cleaning services till morning tomorrow.’
‘What? Did any of your other workers enter the room while I was away?’
‘No, nobody did. We would not come into the room without your consent.’
She dropped the phone even before the receiver finished talking. Someone had entered into the room, she was sure. Could someone be trailing her? She had noticed some restrictions on her credit card which was the reason she was creating another whose number she wrote on the paper she came to pick.
She took out her mobile device from her pocket. She unlocked it and turned on her bug detector. She then walked to the wardrobe to take out a black mask from the backpack.
‘D–n it! She’s suspecting already that someone came into the room,’ Dave said in a loud angry voice that attracted the attention of his partner.
‘What?’ Clement asked.
‘She just made a call to the customer’s service to find out if anyone came into the room.’
‘That’s crazy but you said you left no trace, ‘ Clement said, getting up to join Dave.
‘Oh now, she’s put on a bug detector,’ Dave exclaimed as he zoomed the video and saw what Tarasha’s was doing on the phone. ‘Please alert your security officials Mr Clement and call the police, we need a good number of officers with us.’
Dave got up and dropped the laptop on the chair. He quickly reached for his bag and took out two guns. He fixed the cartridges into the guns and proceeded to the door.
Clement was already talking to the police on phone. Dave waited for him to finish with the call.
‘Raise an alarm to protect the other guests in the hotel, and block all the exits. I’m going up to the top floor, I’ve got my earpiece on, feed me with details.’ Dave said as he opened the door and stepped out.
‘Samantha ain’t getting away from justice tonight,’ he swore under his breath.
Would Dave be able to stop Tarasha? What do you think?
The alarm from the bug detector began to sound louder as she got closer to the middle. She raised the phone and faced up to the ceiling, then the red thin light from the phone located the bug. Tarasha was facing up and looking directly into the bug, if she didn’t have a mask on, that would have been a simple mistake that would reveal her face to whoever bugged the room. She quickly reached for the footstool beside the bed and climbed on it to remove the bug, she dropped it on the floor and crushed it under her feet. Then she proceeded hurriedly to the door and ensured it was locked properly. She turned back and went to the wardrobe, she flung the doors open and reached for the backpack. She took off the cloth mask from her face and took out a box from the backpack. She took out a skin mask from box and took her time to put it on carefully. She now had a face of a totally different person.
She quickly went to the front of the mirror to adjust the skin mask so as to fit her face properly. It was one of those masks Henry had seen when in the underground which used to be secret before they were attacked. She had made it specially for days like this and she knew she might be needing it; that was one of the reasons she had to cut her hair. The skin mask she was putting on now was the face of a lady, the same skin colour with her, so it matched with her fingers and other visible body parts. The hair behind the mask was much and flowing. Tarasha packed it neatly with a rubber band and hurried back to the wardrobe. She took out another set of clothes from the wardrobe and a kelvar to put on underneath; she needed to change the shirt and jacket, she was sure the person who bugged the room must have taken notes of her clothes already.
She began to hear to sound of an emergency alarm as she stripped to her underwear. The alarm instructed those in their rooms to remain there and those on the corridors or walking somewhere to move to the security section at the reception for safety.
Dave was running up the stairs hurriedly, he had put on the NIS licensed mask which covered only his top head and jaw, that was to make the police and other security agents recognized him as an SSS agent when they arrived. He could hear shouts of order and arrangement by the security men in the hotel as he climbed up the fourth floor stairs. He would have taken the elevator but he knew he might be trapped in it as they might turn off the operation during the process as a security measure.
He was on the fifth floor now and he couldn’t wait to get to the tenth. ‘The Police have arrived, we have about twenty of them.’ he heard Clement’s voice sound from his earpiece.
‘Allow half of them in, the rest should stay outside to ensure she doesn’t get out anyway. Did you reach the SSS office too?’
‘Yea, they’re on the way here.’
‘Okay, make sure there are people outside.’
‘Sure, I’ll give the order from here. I didn’t lock the lifts yet, I’m on my way to the tenth floor with some men. They’ll turn off the elevators when we get there.’
‘Cole, where are you?’ she said into the phone as she strapped on her backpack. She had emptied the contents in the bed and rearranged the ones she’ll be needing to tackle the current situation inside it. She had three loaded guns placed in the bed and a bullet pack, four other revolvers in the four outer pockets of the backpack and two long guns in the bigger section of the backpack. The ropes, laptop and other materials that had been in the bag were abandoned in the bed to create space for the small briefcase which she had now fixed inside the backpack. On a second thought, she picked the rope and put it into another section of the backpack without taking it off.
‘Boss, I’m at the base.’
‘Okay, a second please.’
She stopped and stared at the window, thinking of taking the option of escaping through there. She took out the ropes again and approximated the length with her eyes, the rope would not get her to the ground. She put it back into the backpack.
‘I’m in a tight situation,’ Tarasha continued. ‘I think I have security officers surrounding Crescent Moon Hotel to get me. Monitor the environs of the hotel for me. Connect me with your talkon communicator, I need you to feed me important details. Get Henry to work and see if you can cause a crash the in communication network of Ngozika Estate and the roads leading to the place.’
‘Right away boss.’
She ended the call and fixed the earpiece of the talkon device into her ears, the mouthpiece attached to the tip of her vest. She then picked the guns from the bed and put them into her pockets carefully. She headed for the door.
She turned the key twice and opened the door carefully. She peeped first and saw no one at the corridor. She stopped briefly at the middle of the entrance, thinking of which direction to follow; there were staircases leading to other floors in both direction. As she pulled the knob to close the door, the door of the elevator opened. Four security men fully armed with guns rushed out of the elevator. Tarasha stepped forward without closing the door anymore, she hands reached her pockets swiftly and she drew out the guns at both sides.
‘Get up bro, Tarasha needs our help right now.’ Cole opened the door and shouted loud into Henry’s room from the entrance. ‘Meet me right away at the control room.’
He slammed the door back and hurried off to the control room.
‘What’s the matter?’ Tomi approached him on the way.
‘Tarasha needs assistance urgently, the least thing I need from you is disturbance this night.’ Cole said with a warning tone to her and hurried off to the control room.
Henry was out of his room in a second, he rubbed his sleepy eyes as he hurried after Cole.
‘Locate Ngozika Estate in Anambra, get their communication and transportation lines and see if we can cause a major distraction or network failure there.’ Cole said to Henry from his seat as Henry stepped into the control room. Cole inserted the talkon communicator earpiece into his ears and turned to mic to his lips.
Henry choose a computer hurriedly and switched it out. He took out his phone to begin the check for the coordinates of the estate whose names Cole mentioned while the computer was still booting.
‘What exactly is going on?’ he decided to ask Cole.
‘Tarasha needs to get away from the location, she has been surrounded already.’ Cole replied.
‘By the police.’
Henry’s heart skipped a bit as he scrolled hurriedly on his phone. He couldn’t imagine seeing Omotara dead or being caught by the police, he knew there was no way she would be rescued if she was captured this time.
Three of the men received the bullets into their bodies before they could even think of raising their guns. Only Clement was able to dodge and hide behind the wall enclosing the staircases. Tarasha sent in more bullets to the fallen men’s body to ensure they died completely. She surged forward and continued to shoot in direction the man had hidden behind, both up and down; up to stop him from coming out and down to ensure a bullet entered into his body before he could shoot at her if he decided to come out rolling on the floor.
She got to the end of the corridor. There were two staircases, one in the right direction where Clement had taken, leading to the upper floor and the other in the left direction leading to the lower floor.
‘She’s changed her dressed, she’s now putting on a cream coloured jacket on a navy blue trousers and she has a bag strapped to her bag.’ she could hear the man saying to someone. He had gone up the stairs to hide from her bullets.
She raced down the stairs in the left direction after shooting twice at the empty right. Clement came out on hearing her footsteps go the other direction. He shot at her from the top of the right stairs but she dodged and shot back at him. He dodged too and hid behind the handrails. She was gone by the next second he came out of hiding. He raced down the stairs to follow her. As he stepped on the passage in front of the elevator, Dave appeared from the stairs at the other end of the passage.
‘She went this way,’ Clement said, pointing forward before proceeding.
Dave proceeded forward hurriedly with a gun raised above his shoulder and a another held facing down in the other hand. He flashed a look at the three dead bodies on the floor before following in the right direction.
Tarasha got into the passage of the ninth floor, she proceeded in the opposite direction which lead to the tenth floor but stopped as she stepped on the third stairs. She noticed that three other security officials were on their way up from the other turn of the stairs. One of them shot at her but missed widely.
She hurried to the other end of the corridor, dodging the bullets following after her and shooting back sporadically to ensure they weren’t able to aim at her freely. She took the stairs in the direction leading to the eighth floor. There was only one security official coming from the other turn and her bullet entered into his head before he could raise his hand. She turned and rushed down, she dropped one of her guns on the body of the dead security man in exchange for his. She proceeded onto the eighth floor. Two security men were already at the other end and shot at bullets at her but she dodged by bending down and fired one shot each from both hands, hitting the targets down. She proceeded down the other stairs hurriedly.
‘Tell the remaining men to wait at the fifth floor instead of coming up, they’ll take her by surprise when she gets there.’ Dave who was now leading in pursuit said in a loud voice to Clement who in turn took out his talker to voice in the instruction.
Tarasha got to the sixth floor without meeting any official on the stairs she passed. She was about to proceed to the fifth floor when she remembered the rope in her backpack. She proceeded to the middle of the corridor and stopped, she located the cameras there and destroyed them with her bullets from her gun. She proceeded to the fourth room by the left and inserted a metal from her bag into the keyhole. She patiently set it until it fitted into the curves of the keyhole, she turned it and it gave way immediately. She removed the metal and entered into the room. She locked it back from behind with the real keys.
A fat woman was in the bed, covering herself in fear with the blanket and already shivering at the sounds of the gunshot. Her trembling increased on seeing the girl with guns enter into her room.
‘Shhh…’ Tarasha placed a finger on her lip to signal silence to the trembling lady who was now sweating profusely in the fully air-conditioned room. ‘Just keep quiet and I’ll be out of here soon.’
Tarasha hurried to the window side and took the backpack off. She took out the ropes and dropped it on the floor. She took another look at the woman in the bed. She realized that the girl could shout when she heard voices of the security officers in the passage. She took out a tranquilizing pin from her bag and hurried towards the woman who was now vibrating noisily. She administered the pin into the woman’s arm and returned to the window side.
She opened the net and looked out through the window. She looked down at the backyard, there was no movements there. She picked the neatly folded rope from the floor and began to stretch it.
‘Have you seen her?’ Dave barked out as he stepped into the passage of the fifth floor. There were eight security officers already waiting on that floor. Clement and two others followed Dave from behind.
‘She hasn’t come here,’ the security men at the left side where Dave faced replied him. They could see the SSS special agent tag on his face mask and they accorded him the respect.
Dave turned to the back.
‘She didn’t come to this floor,’ the other security men confirmed his thoughts.
‘We didn’t see her in any of the floors we passed,’ Dave said, looking at Clement’s face. ‘She must have stopped to enter a room in one of the floors.’
Automatically, Clement knew what to do. He turned the tiny mic to his mouth, ‘Anthony, check for the footages covered within the last three minutes in the passage of the seventh and sixth floors.’ he said to the man in charge of monitoring the security cameras from their Security room.
‘Only three people should stay here. Three guys should follow me right away to the sixth floor and the others should go to the seventh floor.’
‘Hey!’ Clement shouted to stop the guys from moving yet. ‘We have to do it gently, don’t just barge into the rooms, enter courteously because of our guests.’
The guys sprung into action immediately, three of the men spread around the fifth floor, three followed Dave up to the sixth floor while the others followed Clement to seventh.‘Agent, she should be at the sixth floor, she fired at the cameras there and they stopped working.’ Dave stopped to listen well, Clement was talking to him through the earpiece.
‘Okay, you guys should chill there, so we don’t miss her.’
‘Anthony is monitoring, he said she’s not been seen on any other floor since she destroyed the cameras.’
‘Okay, come up to the seventh floor.’
They began to check the rooms one after the other and the men who had gone to the seventh floor joined them soon.
‘This person isn’t answering,’ one of the men called Dave’s attention. Dave was just coming out from a room he entered to check.
‘Are you sure someone is there?’ Dave asked and hurried towards the room where the man was standing in front.
‘Yes, the sign of occupancy is there.’
Dave landed a heavy knock on the door twice and there was no answer. ‘We got to open this place, she’s here.’ Dave called on Clement on noticing that the keyhole of the door had been tampered with.
‘Destroy the locks, it will take us time to find the keys.’ Clement said back to him.
Dave stepped back and pointed his gun at the lock. Two other men already stood beside him with their guns in readiness to enter the room. With two shots, the door gave way and the men rushed into the room holding their guns up. Dave followed them carefully. His eyes went straight to the opened window and then the fat woman in the bed. ‘Check if that woman is okay,’ Dave said to one of the men and hurried towards the window, he noticed a rope tied to the lower part of the bed extending through the window down but not to the ground. The rope stopped somewhere at the second floor.
Dave turned back and proceeded towards the door, wondering if Samantha could have jumped down from where the rope stopped or if she entered into the room at the second floor. He thought of going down using the rope but discarded the thought quickly, that would be one way ticket to his death for him if Samantha still hung around and was waiting to see who would come down using the ropes.
‘She’s escaped through the window with a rope, she must be somewhere in the compound or in the building.’ Dave shouted to Clement as he stepped back outside.
‘Activate the elevators,’ Clement said into one of his communication devices. ‘Anthony, check the past four minutes footages for the backyard.’ he turned the mouthpiece to his mouth.
‘Boss, I’ve gotten into their system.’ Cole said for the umpteenth time into the mic. He got no answers but sounds of gunshots again. He released a deep breath with his lips shaking slightly. His felt anxious as the gunshots went on continuously. He realized Tarasha was in a messy situation and didn’t even have time to reply him anymore. She had replied him about eight minutes ago but he had not successfully hacked into the NSCC system then which would grant them access to view the footages from Anambra state. He wondered why Tarasha did not prepare enough for backup when she knew she would be facing something like that.
‘What’s happening?’ Henry asked, he had been noticing the strange expression on Cole’s face and had heard him try to get Tarasha’s attention several times to no avail.
‘Nothing… The boss is just busy,’ he said. He flashed a look at Tomi who now standing by the side with her phone and turned towards Henry. ‘Have you been able to do anything?’
‘No, still trying to get into the servers from here.’
‘Do they… Oh s–t!’ Cole exclaimed and turned back to his computer as the sound of continuous gunshots filled his ear, he knew the boss was now holding a long gun.
‘What is it?’ Henry couldn’t take it anymore. He rose from his seat and proceeded to Cole.
‘Stop,’ Cole said, trying to prevent Henry from taking the earpiece off his ears but Henry did not stop, Cole had to give up to avoid destroying the device.
‘Oh Jeez!’ Henry exclaimed with his mouth widely opened. He couldn’t believe Tarasha was live at the place in which the gunshot exchange was taking place. ‘What’s she doing there?’ he asked in a jittery tone, his face full of fear.
‘Killing people who are trying to kill her of course,’ Cole said and rose up to remove the earpiece from Henry’s ears. ‘That’s the reason you should get done with what you’re doing, she needs our help to get out of that place safely.’
She hid behind the walls covering the window and took off the backpack. She folded the remaining parts of the rope and put it into the backpack, then she took her time to reload her guns fully.
She stepped out of her hiding place, looking at both sides of the backyard. Three police officers were coming from her left side, she caught them off guard, they were all down to the floor in five seconds. Now she was certain that the gunshots at the backyard would have alerted the other officials and revealed her location. She went in the right direction, it was closer to the place her car was parked. She could hear voices of men approaching from the right side of the wall as she approached the edge, she was ready with her guns as she turned.
‘She has been spotted at the backyard,’ Clement’s voice sounded in Dave’s earpiece. Dave was at the reception at the ground floor, there was no one in sight, no guest and not even the front desk clerks. They had all run to the security building for protection as the sounds of gunshots razed the whole building. The security men had done a good job in getting all guests and non security officials to safety.
With the two guns still in her hands, Tarasha shot continuously as she proceeded carefully forward, sparing none of the three men that were coming towards her. They were caught unawares, not knowing she was close to the edge of the wall and was hearing their voices as they went closer.
There was a police sonata vehicle some metres away from the front of the hotel building and a van beside it. The officers standing in front of it and beside it rearranged themselves as they saw what had happened to their colleagues and began to shoot at Tarasha. Most of them choose the back of their vehicles as hiding spots.
Dave could hear sounds of gunshots as he proceeded towards the entrance. He hastened his steps and got out of the building, he turned in the left direction where the police sonata was parked. He could see the police officers already scattered abroad, they seemed to be more than the twenty he was told. He noticed a police van also parked beside the sonata as he approached and officers behind the vehicles shooting at the person shooting from the backyard
Tarasha quickly ran for cover to the large Crescent Moon Hall whose entrance faced that right side of the main Hotel building. There were huge stacks of plastic chairs and tables at the front of the Hall. Tarasha pulled one of the stacks down to the floor and hid behind another. Their shooting stopped for a moment, they probably thought she had gone into the hall. She quickly inserted the pistols into her pockets and took out the Beretta AR70/90 rifle from the backpack, she had loaded a 100-round C-Mag drum magazine in it and was sure it was the right tool for the number of people shooting at her.
She took in a very deep breath before coming out of her hiding place. She balanced her legs well before she began to shoot towards the men hiding behind the vehicles, some of them had come out when they did not see her. She began to walk forward slowly, with eyes following the movement of the policemen as they ran for safety. She continued towards them in confidence but still conscious of the space behind her. The policemen were going down fast helplessly and none of them could have a clear shot of her because of the power of the machine in her hands.
Dave was close to the edge of the wall but he halted at the sound of the new gun. The policemen were falling dead helplessly and Dave knew better than to rush out of covering into the kind of scene. From the speed of the moving bullets which he could see, he was sure that the bullets from her machine would have entered into his body before he could aim at her. He waited for her behind the front wall. He could sense the shooter was coming closer already, so he raised his gun in preparation.
To his uttermost disappointment, he felt a vibration on the wall which he leaned on. She was now shooting at his direction even though she had not seen him yet. He could not but marvel at her experience and expertise. She was already shooting at his direction even without seeing him to cater for the kind of surprise he was planning to give her.
She was closer and now walking faster, he could tell from the movement of the bullets. He knew he wouldn’t be missed if she met him there. He decided to leave the place before she got there.
She reduced the frequency of her shots as she got closer to the front of the building, all the men she saw in front of her where the police vehicles were parked were dead already. She began to target some shots at the front of the building in case there was anyone hiding there.
Where she parked her car was still about forty metres away even though it was on the same parking line with the police vehicles.
She walked past the front wall of the building, still shooting. Like she expected, there were police officers waiting for her at the corridor of the building, some hiding behind the columns. Her gun still proved powerful enough to pierce through the edges of the concrete columns and bring down the hiding men, she continued to shoot at them even as she continued straight to the vehicles. She considered using the police vehicles but her bullets had pierced through them earlier and made them unfit for a race.
Now she had stopped shooting, she walked past the second and fourth cars after the police vehicles, her Chevrolet was still far away on the long line of cars. Then a car caught her attention, it looked like one of the Zenvo series. She moved closer and discovered it was Zenvo ST1. She took out the metal from the outer pocket of her backpack and dipped it into the lock of the driver’s side. She took a moment to look back and there was nobody yet in sight but she knew she had little time. It was either she faced more policemen from outside or more the building.
The car door refused to open through the lock and she had no choice than to break the glass and open it from inside. She entered and threw her backpack with the Beretta to the backseat. She broke the switch panel of the car and found the part behind the switch to press. She pushed it with the metal in her hand and the car engine came to life. A bullet hit the car as she reversed out of the midst of the other parked vehicles. She bent her head slightly to dodge another possible shot as she turned the steering. She took out a pistol from her pocket and shot towards the entrance of the hotel building where the gunshot was coming from. She zoomed off towards the gate with bullets hitting the car and the glass from behind.
Dave continued to fire at the car as he ran down towards the car park. He knew she wouldn’t be stopped at the gate even though she might be delayed, the delay would not just be enough for him to catch up with her. He began to look for a car to use in pursuing after her, he was sure she would be caught on the road as they had called for more police officers and efficient SSS men already. His eyes spotted the Chevrolet he had seen in the morning and his legs followed in the direction, not because he loved the car this time around but it was the fastest car which could try compete with the speed of the car she took.
Like he rightly thought, she was delayed at the gate but not stopped. He had already reversed out of the parking space before she was able to drive out.
‘Sir, tell the police she’s on the road now. Tell them she’s on a Zenvo ST1, let them track it with the security cameras.’ Dave said to Clement through his communication as he sped out through the gate. There was no way Samantha was getting away with all the SSS officers already called to join him in pursuit, Dave was sure of this. As far as he could keep getting feeds from the Security Cameras, he was going to follow anywhere she goes.
Can Dave stop Tarasha?
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Chapter 12 part5
Madam Adaeze’s Residence. Nibo, Anambra State.
In a large and beautiful sitting room. Six people were seated, all in a worried mood except for Miss Adaeze who looked more relaxed. Tracy, her daughter was lying on the three seater sofa with her head resting on the armrest. Two other members of the extended family sat each in the one seater sofas directly opposite miss Adaeze and her eldest son, Martin. A policeman was seated on a footstool in front of Martin.
‘Inspector, she destroyed some of the cameras in the house and even the ones left didn’t capture any view of her.’ Martin jnr complained bitterly to the policeman who in turn took down notes.
‘The maid who saw the woman, is she here?’ the officer asked, looking at Martin’s face.
‘No, she isn’t.’ Martin replied. ‘My Dad’s house isn’t far from here; I would have asked her to come here if wasn’t late already.’ Martin replied.
‘Okay, what about your sister who you found tied in the house?’
‘She’s here,’ Martin said, pointing to the three seater where Tracy laid.
‘Okay, I’ll like to ask her some questions before I go.’ his eyes lingered on Tracy for a while. ‘Has she been seen by a doctor?’
‘Yes, she wasn’t injured except for the few marks left on her body from the ropes.’
‘Okay, so when last did you hear from your father?’
‘Between four to five o’clock, we agreed that I’ll come drive him from his house in Ngozika to Nnewi where some of my younger ones are…’
‘You have siblings leaving in Nnewi?’ the man interrupted.
‘No, they’re family members who are so close to us.’
‘But where did you go to? I thought you said earlier that you were with him all through the morning time.’
‘Yes, but I had to bring my mum back here after she met with him. We agreed that I was coming to pick him to Nnewi but I got to the house in the estate and did not meet him at home. I called to find out where he was and if Tracy told him in the morning that she was going somewhere else from his place, that was when he told me that she was in first room at the upper floor.’
‘Your Dad told you where she was?’ the Inspector asked, pointing at Tracy.
‘How did he know? Do you know if he came here today?’
‘No, he doesn’t even know this place.’
‘But how then did he know where she was? How did he know about the rooms at the upper floor?’
‘I suspect that someone was with him and was telling him what to say.’
‘Did you hear any other voice apart from his?’
‘No, I didn’t. But I noticed he was slow in answering. I’m sure he was listening to someone else.’
The Inspector stopped to think for a while but he wasn’t able to make a conclusion yet.
‘Did you ask him where he was?’
‘Yes, but he didn’t tell me. He only said I shouldn’t worry about him and that he was going to be fine. He cut the call afterwards.’
‘He cut the call?’
‘Yes, I tried to reach him again but his line was switched off and it’s been off ever since then.’
‘And what did you do?’
‘I came to the police station, I called my mum and she told me to ask of you but you weren’t there. So I made a complaint to the officers present, they requested for details and collected my contacts and told me that I had to wait for twenty four hours before he can be declared missing. And they claimed the case was even different because he walked out by himself.’
The Inspector let out a silent breath, his gaze moved for a moment from Martin’s face to the mum who was seated beside.
‘Do you know if he had any disagreement with anyone that day?’ he turned to Martin again.
‘Humn…’ Martin was reluctant to answer. ‘My mum went to see him that afternoon.’
‘And was there any argument?’
He flashed a look at his one with one side eye and looked back at the Inspector. ‘It wasn’t a pleasant conversation, I believe. But none of them raised their voice against each other.’
‘Did you speak to him immediately after that? Was he still ready to go to Nnewi?’
‘He was never ready to go to Nnewi, I talked him into it.’
The Inspector cleared his throat. ‘Well, it doesn’t look like your Dad is in danger.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean… I think he’ll come back home soon. You said he cut the call without telling you where he was, it could mean he just wants to take some time off.’
‘No, Inspector, ‘ Martin disagreed. ‘I would have agreed with you if that girl wasn’t involved.’
‘That girl, hmmm…’ the Inspector bit his lower lip for a moment, wondering whether it was wise to say what he wanted to say I’m the presence of Adaeze. Even though she was seated in a way that obviously showed that she wasn’t paying attention to them, he knew she would still hear what he was about to say. He then remembered that she had divorced her husband and didn’t have any reason to be jealous about him anymore. ‘Do you know if your father keeps girlfriends?’ he leaned forward and whispered to Martin, still being careful for Adaeze not to hear.
‘Girlfriends?’ Martin questioned in a loud tone, contrary to the Inspector’s desire of not wanting his mother to hear. She however made no visible reaction, she seemed not to be concerned. ‘My Dad doesn’t keep girlfriends, he’s not been with anybody since he and mum parted.’
‘Well… I was just saying… You know we are all men and ermm… We sometimes…’ the Inspector struggled in low tones to find word to support his question.
‘Just forget that Inspector, my Dad does not do that.’ Martin defended.
‘Well, I believe if you say so.’ the Inspector lied. Martin’s argument had further strengthened his opinion. ‘Well, I believe your father will try to reach you soon but allow me ask your sister some questions before I make any conclusion,’ the Inspector said and looked towards Tracy.
‘Of course, you can.’ Martin said and got up from his seat. ‘Tracy, Inspector Mezie will like to speak to you.’ he said to his sister who was trying to sit up as she already heard them mention her name in the conversation. ‘I’ll be back,’ Martin said and walked out of the living room.
The Inspector moved to the one seater beside Tracy and settled in. He cleared his throat before he began to talk. ‘Hello Tracy, I’m Inspector Chimezie.’
‘Good evening Inspector,’ she replied, folding her arms across her chest and placing her knees close together.
‘I hope you’re feeling better now.’
‘I’m fine, she didn’t really hurt me.’
‘So tell me how it happened and what she did to you,’ the Inspector adjusted himself on the seat to listen properly.
‘I just returned from the shopping mall that afternoon, I was about entering into this living room when I heard my mum and elder brother arguing about my father. I didn’t want to join the argument because it happens every time and I was tired of it. So I decided to enter through the backdoor so that both of them would not see me. As I got close to…’
‘Sorry please…’ the Inspector interrupted. ‘What time was that?’
‘It was some minutes past one,’ she replied.
‘Okay, please continue.’ he said as he wrote down some details.
‘I was close to the entrance at the back when someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth, she was with a gun and her face was covered with a mask. She dragged me in and pushed me against the wall with her gun. I initially thought it was a man because of her strength but then I saw noticed she had b—–s when she held me to the wall. She asked me what direction my room was, but I was too scared to answer.’ she paused and shook her head. ‘That is all I can remember about her. When I woke up, I met myself tied in one of the guest rooms. My mouth was covered and I couldn’t make any sound.’
‘Why didn’t you call for help when she attacked you?’
‘She covered my mouth with her hand, I couldn’t make any sound.’
‘And you didn’t try to fight her?’
‘Try to fight?’ Tracy raised her brow. ‘I fought her but it was useless, she was to strong.’
‘Hmm… That’s strange. So she carried you all the way upstairs?’
‘I don’t know how I got up, but there is a staircase close to the back entrance.’
‘Okay but was there no one else in the house?’ Inspector Chimezie asked, knowing Martin jnr had returned and was leaning against the wall behind. He didn’t use a loud voice but the voice he used could be heard by those sitting close because of the silence of the house. ‘You and mummy were at the living room then,’ he said, referring to Martin as he looked at him. ‘Is there no one at the gate or no maids at home?’
‘We have no maids here, we can’t keep them because we only use this place for few days in a year or sometimes two to three years.’ Martin jnr was the one who answered. ‘The security guard lives here with his family to keep the house occupied while we are away. They stay at the back quarters but his office is just beside the gate.’
‘And does he stay there always?’
‘Yes, he does. At least while we’re around. He opened the gate for me to drive in when I came.’ Martin replied.
‘Okay, I think he has some questions to answer too.’ the Inspector said and turned his focus back to Tracy. ‘Tracy, did she do anything else to you?’
‘No, I’ve not noticed anything except for the marks the ropes left.’ Tracy replied.
‘Did the medical checkup confirm it?’
‘And she didn’t take anything from the house?’ he looked back at Martin.
‘Nothing, we’ve not discovered anything missing yet.’ Martin answered.
‘Now, where did you go from your Dad’s house? I’m aware you spent the night at his residence and left this morning,’ he turned back to Tracy.
‘Yes, I left around eight in the morning but on my way here, I decided to get something from the mall. I met an old time friend there and that’s why I took so long. We spent time together, catching up on old times and she even took me to see one of our course mates from school.’
‘Your course mate at the university?’
‘I thought you schooled in Europe.’
‘Yes, we were at the same school there.’
‘Okay and you came home directly from her place?’
‘Did you drive or you took a cab?’
‘I drove in mum’s car.’
‘Did you notice anyone following you?’
Tracy squinted deeply for a moment. ‘No, I didn’t,’ she finally replied, shaking her head to emphasize.
‘Okay, well… It’s even obvious that the intruder was in the house before you. What else do you think I need to know?’
Tracy frowned at him, not knowing what else to say.
‘I mean did she say anything to you?’
‘Okay.’ The inspector paused for a while to scan through his note and think. ‘Did you have a quarrel or fight with anyone who you suspect might be responsible?’
‘Quarrel?’ she gaped. ‘What would I quarrel with anybody? And why would someone just want to punish me by just tying me down?’
The Inspector folded his lips in, he had no answer to the question. ‘Well, I believe that lady did something we’re yet to discover.’ he paused for a moment staring at the ground. Then his gaze moved to Martin’s face, ‘I think I have to see the man outside now, will you accompany me?’
‘Yes, sure.’ Martin replied and stepped forward immediately.
‘So, miss Tracy, take care of yourself.’ he said to her with a smile. ‘Goodnight.’
‘Thank you Inspector,’ she replied before returning to her previous lying position.
‘Nnukwu nne,’ the Inspector turned and addressed Adaeze in an Igbo word which meant ‘great mother’. ‘I’ll be leaving after seeing the security man, it’s late already and I have to be home soon.’
‘Alright, thank you Mezie. Greet your wife for me,’ she said with a light smile.
‘Goodnight ma,’ he bowed slightly before proceeding out of the house with Martin.
5 minutes later
‘Didn’t you notice any lady coming in?’
‘Walahi talahi officer, I no see any woman enter.’ Audu replied the officer in Pidgin English using his thick Hausa accent.
‘But she was in, she tied up your madam’s daughter upstairs and even got out of the house without you knowing.’ the Inspector insisted. He sat on a metal chair in Audu’s security room, Martin stood leaning against the wall beside him while Audu sat on a mat, his legs folded and knees slightly raised with a prayer rosary in his hand.
‘Officer, walahi I no see am.’ Audu couldn’t stop swearing.
‘But is there any entrance apart from this gate?’
‘No officer, no other place wey people dey enter.’
‘Then it means she could have only entered and left through the gate. Your fence is well secured so, I don’t think she’d easily go over it.’ he paused for some seconds. ‘How many hours did you spend away from here?’
‘Haba Officer,’ Audu gaped, knowing the man was trying to trick him with words. ‘I no comot from here at all.’
‘All through the day you were here?’
‘How did you eat and how did you take your bath?’
‘Oga, my pikin them go bring me food and I get toilet for here’ he said, pointing to the door of the bathroom where his towel was hung on.
‘So you no comot for here at all?’ Inspector Chimezie decided to also use pidgin but in a very strong tone.
‘Ermmm… Na only when I go buy shaving stick for afternoon and I no tey for the shop at all.’
‘Oh! So you went to buy shaving stick in the afternoon,’ he said, nodding his head thoughtfully. ‘What time in the afternoon?’
‘I no check time but na after Oga Martin here come,’ Audu answered with a frown, hoping that he hadn’t implicated himself by admitting he went out.
‘How long did you stay outside?’
‘E no reach five minutes.’
‘And you didn’t notice anything when you returned?’
‘Ermm… I no see anything o.’
The Inspector stared at him in silence for a while. ‘Well, you’re still the one to be held responsible for allowing an intruder into the house. If no valid conclusion is drawn out of what we have already, we may have to invite you to our office for more questioning.’
The Inspector rose from his seat and signalled to Martin that it was time to go.
‘So what next Inspector?’ Martin asked after both of them walked out of Audu’s security room.
‘Let’s watch what happens before twelve noon tomorrow,’ Inspector Chimezie answered.
‘Watch?’ Martin stopped walking and stared at the Inspector with his eyes widely shone.
‘Yes, we can’t do anything yet. The way the situation looks now, it like your Dad got into something with some dangerous people or maybe a dangerous girl and he’s being forced to do something.’
‘Cole, give me directions.’ Tarasha finally had time to fix the mouthpiece back and respond to Cole who had been trying to get her attention for a long time.
‘Where exactly are you?’
‘I just got out of the hotel and I’m driving in a Zenvo ST1,’ she replied.
‘Okay,’ there was a silence for some seconds. Cole was trying to spot the car. ‘Okay, boss I just spotted the car.’
‘Okay, should I continue on this road?’
‘No, take the next U-turn, there’s traffic jam at the front.’
‘Was Henry able to work on the communication lines?’
‘No, he said there is no way to do which it won’t affect you and our communication with you. The distance is much.’
‘Okay,’ Tarasha sighed. She switched to the lane beside the median as she approached the U-turn. ‘How do I go from this road to Udoka Estate?’
‘Give me a few minutes to check and get back to you.’
‘Okay, be fast about it.’
Tarasha made a turn to the other side of the median and continued with the same speed. She considered whether going back straight to Udoka Estate was a good idea but she had no option. The time for the effect of the sedative she had given the Doctor there had elapsed and it was possible the doctor was now awake and fully conscious. Even though the area was quiet and it would be difficult for the man to get attention or help with the way she had firmly locked the doors and windows, she still didn’t want to give a chance. She had to find a way to change her car first, Cole would help make sure the new car would not be traced by the police.
‘Boss, someone is following you.’ Cole’s voice sounded through the earpiece again.
‘Huh?’ she quickly placed her gaze at the rearview mirror to confirm. There were some cars behind her but none of them had a motion which suggested they were after her. The darkness of the day also made it difficult for her to see more.
‘The guy’s in even in your car, the Chevrolet.’ Cole said. ‘I watched him leave the hotel after you did.’
Tarasha looked again at the rearview mirror and the side mirrors, she couldn’t see the Chevrolet yet. ‘I can’t see him yet, what direction should I take?’
‘Continue going straight, I’ll tell you when to turn.’
Tarasha continued without increasing her speed, she wanted to see the car trailing her first. The vehicle she was in was faster than the Chevrolet and that was why she had chosen it. Soon the Chevrolet overtook the cars behind and was directly at her back, only about eight mebehind. Tarasha increased her speed.
‘Good speed boss, you’ll take the next turn right, I’ve located another car for you to take.’
She moved to the other lane in readiness to turn. In two minutes she left a good space between herself and the Chevrolet and the driver in it was trying his best to catch up.
Soon she got to the junction and made a turn to the left. It was a single carriageway with two lanes, she wondered if Cole knew what he was doing but she still followed the direction. The road was a less busy one so she sped on with no disturbance and caused panic on the road as she switched to the opposite direction lane whenever she met a car.
‘Slow down boss, we’re close to the car.’ Cole said to her. She obeyed. She couldn’t see the Chevrolet anymore, she knew the driver could still be after her but she was sure her car which was being used couldn’t meet up with her speed.
‘That’s the car boss,’ Cole voice came through as she approached a Toyota Yaris. ‘The owner just left it there.’
She slowed down and parked behind the car. The shops in the area had closed due to the lateness of the day and there was no one in sight. The Toyota Yaris was parked at the front of an unfenced compound.
Tarasha stepped out of the car and looked around, there was no one around and she could only see the headlights of only one car coming from the other direction. She pulled out the metal she used in breaking into the Zenvo and pulling out her backpack.
‘I hope the owner isn’t around?’ she asked Cole as she walked to the car.
‘No, he isn’t. He walked into that house with his girlfriend some minutes ago,’ he replied her in a joking tone.
She chuckled. The door of the car gave way immediately she used the metal. She bent forward and threw in her backpack to the backseat first. She looked around again before stepping into the car.
‘What direction should I go?’ she asked as she started the car engine.
‘Turn back the same way you came and continue straight on the previous road.’ Cole replied.
She obeyed his instruction without asking questions. The Toyota Yaris wasn’t as fast as the car she left but changing it was a good option that’ll waste the time of anyone coming after the Zenvo.
‘I’m going to clear the NSCC system records once you drive out to the main road,’ Cole said to her.
‘Okay. What’s the location of that Chevrolet now?’
‘He’s turning into that road way now, all you need to do is to keep the tinted window glasses closed and there’s no way he’s going to even see you in the darkness.’
‘I think they’ve called other police officers to join the pursuit but the police cars are still far off.’
‘Keep me updated.’
She drove on and soon the Chevrolet came driving past her, she could see that a man was the one pursuing her but didn’t see his face properly.
Dave was getting frustrated as he drove on. The Zenvo was totally out of his sight and the speed of his car couldn’t match up with it. He got the direction to take the left turn from Clement who was now with a NSCC staff and monitoring through the security cameras.
‘Any change in her movement yet?’ Dave said into his mouthpiece.
The answer came after thirty seconds. ‘We’re trying to locate the camera covering her now, we have been following your car.’ Clement’s voice sounded in his earpiece.
‘Okay,’ Dave drove on. He could hear Clement discussing something with the NSCC officer but couldn’t make out what was being said. Clement must have taken off the mouthpiece and left only the earpiece on.
He drove for two more minutes before he saw something that looked like the Zenvo parked at the front
‘Hey sir! I can see the car parked here, I think she stopped already,’ Dave said in an excited voice to Clement through the mouthpiece.
‘We’ve already seen it sir,’ Clement replied in a sad tone. ‘I’m sorry she left there already.’
‘What do you mean?’ Dave said as he parked behind the Zenvo.
‘We watched in the footages how she parked there but we can’t seem to find what she did from then on.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Dave said as he switched off his car. He took out his gun and looked around before stepping out of car.
‘Agent Dave!’ Clement called in an urgent manner as Dave wanted to close the door. ‘She’s no longer there. We rewound to the previous footages now and there was a Toyota Yaris there before she parked and when she did. I think she left in the Toyota but we can’t confirm that, footages from when she parked to the following five minutes is missing.’
‘Did you say a Toyota Yaris?’ Dave asked, pressing the earpiece to his ears.
‘Oh! D–n it! I saw the car pass me when I was driving down here.’ Dave hurriedly returned into the car but jumped out as soon as he jumped in. He picked his other guns from the Chevrolet and proceeded to the Zenvo. He entered into the Zenvo with his tools, Tarasha had already broken the lock so it was easy for him.
In less than a minute he had turned and sped back in the direction which he drove there.
‘Have you located her now?’ he said into the mouthpiece.
The reply was delayed as usual. ‘No. You said you saw her pass by your side and we’re trying to follow that direction and locate her. I’ll get back to you as soon as we do.’
**12 minutes later**
‘Shi*t boss!’ Cole’s voice suddenly through her earpiece after over ten minutes of silence. There roads were clear as they usually were at that time of the day.
Tarasha could tell that there was trouble from his tone, ‘What is it Cole?’
‘The guy is still after you boss, he took the Zenvo car you left behind.’ Cole explained.
‘Where is he now?’
‘About 0.93km behind you.’
‘What?’ she widened her eyes in shock. She rolled down the window and adjusted the side mirror, she also adjusted the rearview mirror. She confirmed Cole’s claim, she could see something far behind her even though she couldn’t tell what kind of car it was. The driver was an experienced one and had dimmed his light to ensure that she doesn’t know that he’s tailing her. She increased her speed, ‘Cole, didn’t you clear the footages?’
‘I did. I think boss, he’s also connected to a security staff monitoring live just like I am.’
‘What about the other police officers?’
‘They’re far behind and SSS officials too. But I believe the one after is the one giving them the directions to follow but I don’t know if anyone is coming from the front.’
‘Crash the NSCC system now and tell Henry to crash the communication lines,’ she said in a desperate tone. The Zenvo was closing in on her.
‘What? Boss, we would loss this connection.’ Cole sounded afraid.
‘Yes, I know. I can handle it if he’s the only one pursuing and so we have to stop him from communicating to other police officers.’
‘Okay boss,’ Cole let out an audible sigh.
‘I should overtake her in few minutes but I still need the officers,’ Dave said into his mouthpiece.
‘There are three cars coming behind you and we also contacted another set, they’ll meet you at the front.’
‘Thank you,’ Dave said and released a breath in excitement.
He noticed that she had increased her speed, it meant she was now aware he was coming after her. He increased his too. He was sure of catching up with her in less than seven minutes time no matter how hard she tried to drive faster.
Soon, he could notice her reducing her speed gradually. He reduced his too and took out his gun in readiness, anticipating what she was about to do. He was surprised when the Toyota Yaris took a turn into another road, then he knew the reason for the reduction in speed. He increased his again until he got to the turn.
‘She has changed direction, have you seen her?’ he said into his mouthpiece but was replied with total silence. ‘Hello Sir, are you there?’ he said, touching the earpiece with his fingers, there was an unusual silence. He detached the connection box attached to his belt and checked the screen. ‘Shi*t,’ he cursed, the signal had totally disappeared. He attached it back, hoping that the signal would return soon. He also hoped that Clement was still being able to communicate with the police officers.
The signals did not return. He continued driving, getting closer to the car as it approached another junction on the short road. He held his gun in his left hand, he was sure he would catch up with her before she gets to the next turn. He planned on firing at the tyres of the car without caring whether she dies immediately or not, or if a terrible accident would go. He was willing to capture Samantha anyhow; whether alive, injured or even dead. He raised up his gun in readiness.
Tarasha could see the car closing in on her and she was sure that she would be overtaken before she got to the junction. She rolled down all the windows and took out her revolver in readiness, she placed it on her lap and focused back on the road and the mirrors.
The Zenvo was right behind her, it was only a matter of seconds before it got to her front. She held up her gun and suddenly hit the brakes hard.
Chapter 12 part 6
Tarasha could see the car closing in on her and she was sure that she would be overtaken before she got to the junction. She rolled down all the windows and took out her revolver in readiness, she placed it on her lap and focused back on the road and the mirrors.
The Zenvo was right behind her, it was only a matter of seconds before it got to her front. She held up her gun and suddenly hit the brakes hard.
Dave was taken by surprise as he never expected her to hit the brakes. The bullets hit the car unexpectedly and shattered the glasses causing him to loose control. The gun in his hands dropped as he struggled to control the wheels, but the bullets kept coming and he had to bend his head. He ran the car off the road and the right side tyres entered into the drainage just before it got to the junction, making the car slant upwards with the left side up.
Tarasha took a few seconds to observe the Zenvo. She reversed the car about five metres back and halted. Then she stepped out of the car holding an extra gun in her hands. She continued shooting at it as she walked forward. She was determined to end the life whoever was in it. But as she got two metres close to where the car had fallen, she began to hear sounds a vehicle coming from behind. She stopped and looked back, she could see the headlights of a vehicle coming afar off.
‘D–n it!’ she let out a painful sigh. Cole had told her that the other cars pursuing her were far off and she wondered how this one could get to meet them so quick. She turned back and proceeded into the car hurriedly, she drove on to the junction and turned into the new road. She sped off on the free expressway.
‘What do we do now?’ Henry asked Cole in low tones, his eyes still full of fear.
‘We just have to wait for some minutes,’ Cole replied gently and then placed his forehead on the table.
Henry got up and began to pace around the room, his heart beating fast and his lips trembling. All he could imagine were the bad things that could have happened to Omotara, she had asked them to crash the NSCC cameras and the communication lines and there was no way they could see her or talk to her anymore, that means they would not know whatever happened to her.
‘When do we open back the systems?’ Henry stopped to ask Cole.
‘I don’t know for certain, but we have to give her enough time to do away with the guy trailing her.’ Cole replied without looking up.
Henry continued pacing around and making noisy sounds with his breath.
‘Calm down man, worrying isn’t going to change anything.’ Cole said to him.
Henry paused for a while and stared at Cole. He tried to reason the words said to him but he still couldn’t calm himself. He continued to pace around with his arms folded across his chest.
The door to the control room opened gently and in came Tomi. Cole’s eyes met with hers, he could tell she hadn’t slept yet.
‘You guys are still working?’ she asked, with her eyes fixed on Cole after taking a glance at Henry.
Cole wanted to ignore her but he decided to reply on a second thought. ‘Yes,’ he said and looked up, shaking his legs slowly from side to side.
She walked closer to him and sat on the seat beside him. She was in her night gown which wasn’t covered properly, Cole could see everything underneath. He wondered if she had been at his room waiting for him like she was fond of.
‘What’s the matter?’ Tomi who was now looking at Henry asked Cole.
‘Well, we don’t know what’s up with the boss right now and that’s why he’s seems worried.’ Cole replied her.
‘Can we put it up back now?’ Henry asked, returning back to his seat.
‘No,’ Cole said in a strong tone. ‘It’s not up to an hour yet, it’ll take her up to ninety minutes to keep them totally off track.’
Henry heaved a sigh of frustration, he shook his head and then placed his forehead on the table.
Dave winced in pain as the SSS officers laid his back to the ground. He fastened his right hand palm to the left upper region of his back where a bullet had entered in between his shoulder blades. His palm was soaked in blood already. Blood was also dripping down his head where he injured slightly. It would have been a worse situation if he didn’t have his seatbelt on.
‘Just leave me here, keep following her.’ he managed to say to one SSS officer who was putting on a similar mask like his.
‘No Agent, we can’t leave you here like this. We have to take you for treatment with the car.’
‘No, go after her. You call the ambulance to pick me up here.’
‘There are no signals, we stopped getting directions from the Security Cameras office. We were coming from the front and we got to know it should be this direction when we heard gunshots.’
‘Oh shi*t,’ Dave cursed. He was in pain but he was still determined not to let Tarasha go. He closed his eyes as a gentle breeze swam across his face. He heaved a sigh of frustration, he knew for sure she had escaped again.
‘Careful,’ the SSS officer cautioned the other security officers as they lifted Dave into the car.
Martin Ekwueme sat at the edge of the bed where he had been for over thirty minutes waiting for his host to return. He had been awake for more than one hour and did not make any attempt to escape. He discarded the thought the only time it had crossed his mind for the fear of making a futile effort. He was sure she was somewhere around the place or that she had other people around and could be testing to see what he would do. The hunger he felt when he woke up forced him to take the meal she had served him since afternoon which he refused. Since then he sat at the edge of the bed, taking his time to think about his life and his family’s, and spent more thinking about what Samantha was going to do with him.
Tarasha walked into the house at 2:15am. It had been another work for her to go through the security at the estate gate but she did without killing anyone but only leaving them with minor injuries and in an unconscious state. She also injected into their bodies the substance benryl to make them totally forget their encounter with her and make them unable to explain their ordeal when they woke up the next morning.
Martin Ekwueme’s mind skipped a beat as he heard the sound of the keys working at the door, he knew Samantha was back for him. Soon she entered and closed the door. She stopped behind the door to look around the room, it was just the same way she left it. She looked at the man’s face, he was also staring at her. The look on his face showed he had been expecting her for long.
As she proceeded towards him she noticed he kept his gaze on her face but it was no longer a look of delayed expectation, he seemed to be interested in something on her face. Then she realized that her face would still full of the temporary marks and sweat left by the mask she had just taken off. She wiped her face with her hand and sat at the other end of the bed.
‘I see you’ve been doing fine in my absence,’ she said with a wry smile as she sat at the other end of the bed.
He still continued to stare at her face in silence. He wondered where she was coming from and what she had been doing that made her sweat so much. But the strange thing about it was that her face was the only part of her body sweating profusely. He watched as she wiped off the sweat and stared back at him. Her face still looked innocent and young like that of Tracy his last daughter and for a moment, for a moment, he doubted again that she was really Samantha Osman.
‘It’s midnight already, you should rest more now, we would continue by morning.’ she suddenly changed her mind and got up from the bed.
She proceeded to the door and was about to turn the knob when he said something.
‘Are you really Samantha?’ he repeated when her expression showed she didn’t hear him the first time.
She stayed for a moment but didn’t turn or say anything in reply. Then she opened and the door and walked out without giving him a reply.
**12 minutes later**
She just finished having her bath but was still in the bathroom when she heard her phone ringing. She wiped her face with the towel before wrapping it around her body. She knew the caller would be no one else but Cole.
‘She’s not answering,’ Cole said in reply to Henry, dialing the number again.
Henry was still looked deeply terrified but Cole was more relaxed. Tomi had slept off on the chair beside Cole and wasn’t conscious anymore of anything happening around her.
‘Let me try,’ Henry said, getting up to pick Cole’s phone which he had dropped on the table.
‘She’ll call back when she sees the call,’ Cole said, trying to discourage him from dialing again.
Henry ignored and dialed back, the call was answered at the first ring.
‘Cole,’ she called as she answered.
‘Omotara,’ he called with his eyes widening in surprise. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m fine Henry, I’ve gotten to the house now. Did you just reset the communication lines?’
‘Yes, about five minutes ago,’ he replied.
‘What about Cole, is the NSCC system also back in operation?’
‘Yes, it is.’
‘Handover the phone to Cole.’
Henry obeyed silently.
‘Boss,’ Cole said with a note of happiness in his voice.
‘Have you checked if the guys are still out there?’
‘Yes, I’ve checked but I can’t find them anywhere. Are you now at Udoka estate?’
‘Okay, I’ll switch to the cameras there in some minutes and call you back.’
Lizzy yawned and stretched as she got out of the bed that morning. She sat at the edge she placed her elbows on her knees. She buried her face in her palms and managed to say a few words of prayer. Then she reached for her two phones beside the pillow and unlocked the iPhone. She swiped down the notification bar and was quite worried that there was no message yet from Dave. She opened her WhatsApp instant messenger and opened the chat with Dave, he had still not received the message she sent him the last night to ask about his trip. She was sure Dave could take care of himself and if he was going to get into trouble, it wouldn’t be on his first day of arrival at the place. She unlocked the android phone also, she was also expecting Victor’s annoying message which always come in before she woke up. She never wasted her time to read his love messages but always replied with ‘Thanks, I love you too. Have a nice day,’ or any other similar phrase.
She opened the Google chrome browser on the android phone and typed in the Nairaland url. It loaded in a few seconds. She scrolled through the updates but stopped when she got to the centre and found no topics of interest to her. She opened another tab and navigated to the desert reporters website. Her mind skipped a bit as she saw the first topic on the news portal. ‘Police and SSS battle with suspected Samantha Osman agent in Crescent Moon Hotel, Anambra – Over twenty confirmed dead, six officers injured.’
She quickly clicked on the headline and waited for it to load. She then knew the reason for Dave’s inability to reply her message or call since the last night.
The first thing she checked after the article loaded was the time it was posted, 5:32am, that was some minutes ago and it explained the reason the news had not made the Nairaland forum front page yet. The content of the news read;
‘Between the hours of 10:30pm last night to 1am, the whole Ngozika Estate area was filled with terror as sounds of gunshots rent the air causing all business centres that works till late night close early and left the roads deserted so early – this causing so much traffic jam in other areas. Our correspondent who was a guest in the hotel that night gathered that the lady suspected to be Samantha Osman lodged in the hotel five days ago with a different name and was traced to the place by a SSS agent whose identity is yet to be revealed. It was reported that the assasin exchanged gunshots with the officers and security men in the hotel building, leaving dead security officers whose numbers have been counted up to this time as twenty one and six others badly injured. The head security officer of the hotel stated the reason of her escape to be the sophisticated weapons which she used against them. He claimed that they couldn’t respond to her in the same manner she shot at them because of the fear of hurting the innocent guests of the hotel.
Our source also revealed that the SSS agent who traced her to Ngozika Estate and whose identity is still been hidden by his colleagues at the SSS is badly injured. ‘
Lizzy paused at this. Her mind began to beat faster. She continued:
‘Several of the guests at the hotel were seen this morning leaving with their luggages as early as five am.
More details to be revealed later.’
Lizzy released a deep breath after reading the article. She was greatly afraid that something terrible had happened to Dave. She picked her iPhone again and dialed his number. It rang again for several minutes but wasn’t answered by anyone.
Udoka Estate, Anambra
Tarasha had woken up already but felt too lazy to get up from the bed. She didn’t plan to do much that day, her main reason for coming to Anambra was already being fulfilled; the Doctor was in the same building with her.
The last night had been an exciting one for her, she had for some weeks never had the opportunity to race so fast on major roads and she felt good to have someone giving her a hot chase, it was a kind of exercise that she needed often.
Her phone began to ring where she plugged it to charge and that gave her the push she needed to get up from the bed. She dragged herself to the place the phone was plugged and disconnected it from the charger. Cole was the one calling her.
‘Good morning boss,’ Cole greeted.
‘Yeah Cole, morning. What’s up this morning?’
‘Been up to check the footages this morning, there’s nothing that links you to Udoka Estate.’
‘Good job man,’ she let out a smile.
‘Thank you, and I also wanted to find out if you need something else this morning.’
‘Well… I think I just need some guns and another face mask.’
‘Oh well, what guns do you need and how do I send them?’
‘I’ll send you the specifications of the guns in a text but of course you should be able to get a transporter to get them to Anambra.’
‘Yes boss but… Don’t you think you need us there?’
‘Don’t bother, I’m almost done with what I came for, I don’t think I’ll need you to come. Just send the guns and mask, I’m not sure I’m going to use them but they’ll be useful in case any unforeseen situation comes up.’
‘Okay boss, if you say so. But have you read the news today?’
‘No, I just got out of bed.’ she took the phones off her ear briefly to check the time. ‘It’s almost eight, I’ll join the news in some minutes and also read online.’
‘Yeah, I think you really need to do.’
‘Thanks Cole,’ she said in a soft voice which made her sincerity obvious.
‘I’m doing my job boss,’ Cole replied.
Tarasha ended the call and let out a breath. She walked to the wardrobe and took off her night gown, leaving her panty and bra on. She opened the bag and took out the only gown in it. It reminded her that she needed to go out to shop for more clothes. She put on the gown and proceeded to the living room where the television was set up, the one in the room had not been connected to a decoder yet.
As expected, the previous night’s event was what made the headlines at all news stations. The media houses provided the videos of the hotel taken after she left there and showed the places where the deaths occured. The dead bodies had been taken away already but the traces of blood were still on the floor and on the walls. It was also reported that an agent of the SSS was the one who traced her to that destination but the agent’s name and identity was not disclosed or known by anyone.
Tarasha took time to brood on the situation, wondering how she was traced to the place. Then she realized it must be through the credit card like she had been suspecting, the SSS Agent must have gotten the details from someone or a company she paid money with the credit card to. She wondered who or where could be the source of the Agent’s information. She had to find out so as to ascertain that there were other things which couldn’t link them to her from the same source. She also needed to know who that SSS agent was before she leaves the state.
She reached for her phone and dialed Cole’s number, she instructed him to destroy the card details and cancel the connections to the bank. She was still wondering how the credit card was traced to her when she heard a sound from behind. Martin Ekwueme was walking to the living room. She put her legs down from the three seater, for she was sitting with her legs crossed on the seat and her back resting partially on the armrest and partially on the corner of the backrest.
The man ambled to the living room and sat in the one seater close to her. ‘Good morning… Samantha,’ he greeted.
She didn’t honour him with a reply immediately. She stared at him wondering if she wasn’t making him too comfortable around her by not inflicting pains on him.
‘I’m greeting… Samantha,’ the man said to her, thinking she was lost in thoughts.
‘Good morning old man,’ she replied coldly in a bid to remind him that she wasn’t his friend.
‘You didn’t close the doors of my room,’ the doctor said with his eyes full of surprise.
Exactly! Tarasha thought, that was the reason he was becoming so free with her, maybe he was thinking she was a nice girl he could joke with.
‘I thought you’ve been a good boy, you didn’t give me troubles last night, so I’m just treating you as one – a good boy.’
The man chuckled and scratched his chin with his finger. ‘What if I tried to escape when you went to sleep?’
‘You wouldn’t have made it out of the door alive,’ she answered him sharply with a wicked smile, pointing with her brows to the door which led out of the living room.
The cheerful look on his face disappeared, he seemed to be thinking deeply as he kept his gaze on her face.
‘You don’t stare at me anyhow, I could kill right away.’ she threatened the man, meaning every word she said.
She felt she had become feeble. Before she came to Nigeria, she had never had an hostage who was so bold to talk to her like that, they would always tremble at her presence. But like she had previously admitted, she started to become weak when she didn’t kill Jefa and allowed herself to love him and when Henry had also been allowed to resurrect her feelings. She felt she was loosing all the ‘values’ she got from the Nefary clan and needed to get back on her feet if she wished to be successful in her mission.
‘I’m sorry if I angered you,’ the man made a sincere apology and looked away. ‘It’s just that… I’m close to eighty and I’ve seen different young girls like you, you look too beautiful and innocent to be Samantha,’ he said, looking up at her face again with a smile. ‘I’m not scared of death anyway.’
Tarasha was deeply infuriated. She gritted her teeth. She would have pointed a gun at him if she had one by her side. The man was taking her for granted.
‘I’m sorry but whenever I look at your face, you remind me of my daughter and some of those young nurses at the hospital.’
Tarasha wanted to punish him for continuing despite seeing that she was angry but something struck her mind and her muscles relaxed as he mentioned ‘nurses’. She remembered Jumoke instantly. She had sent money to Jumoke using the traced credit card, could it mean that the SSS agency had traced her to Jumoke and extracted the information from the nurse.
‘I’m hoping you kill me very soon, I’m tired of this life.’ the man bursted out with a sudden change in countenance. ‘Kill me already, I’m tired of waiting for the judgement of my sins.’
She gave him a side look and lowered her brows at him. ‘I’m not here to judge you, I’m not here to kill you. I only need some information from you.’
‘No, you have to kill me quickly. I’ve been expecting you. I’ve seen you in my dreams even though in the image of a man, I know you would kill me soon, why the delay?’
Tarasha stared at him in silence as he let out his frustration wondering what the cause of his sudden mood change was.
‘I’ve lived my life for the last twelve years after I retired regretting all my past deeds and wishing I could correct them. I’ve done everything I could to feel fulfilled. I engaged myself in charity activities, tried to help the poor with my hospital but I still feel my life is a waste.’ the man continued to vent out his frustration, tears were rolling down his eyes now.
Tarasha saw an opportunity to make use of him through his emotions. ‘But why did you do those things you did in the past? You are a brilliant doctor who had a good future, was it because of money?’
The man’s tears increased, he dropped from the chair and sat on the floor. ‘I was covetous, I was in a hurry to make money and secure a good life,’ he said, sobbing and coughing. ‘When I tried to stop, those men came again and threatened me into it, I joined back and lost my conscience, I became an animal.’
The man’s face was soaked in tears like that of a baby. Tarasha felt it funny but tried to suppress her laughter. Strangely, she felt no pity for him in anyway like she had been feeling recently.
‘Wipe your tears Dr Martin,’ she said. ‘You see, I think there’s still one thing you need to correct in life if you want to ever feel forgiven.’ she said to get the man’s attention. He reduced his sobbing and wiped his face with his palm, he stared at her waiting for what she wanted to say. ‘Those men who made you do evil, some of them are still alive today and occupying high positions, doing more evil under the guise of developing the nation. I’m out to fish out all of them and punish them and it’ll be easier if you would work with me, you’ll also be doing the world a great favour and that way, you could make an amendment to your past sins.’
The man’s lips trembled. He stopped crying totally and stared blankly at the ground. Tarasha knew she had gotten him, he was on her side.
Chapter 12 part 7
Dave inhaled the cold air in the ward deeply as he opened his eyes. He looked to his left and saw a man putting on the SSS top seated by his side. With the inscription on the shirt, Dave could tell that the man was a very senior official of the service.
‘You’re awake,’ the man said and got up from his seat to move closer.
‘Yea, Good morning sir,’ Dave said and managed to seat up. He felt pains at his back as he rested it against the headboard. He was without a shirt because of the plastered wound behind him. He also had a plaster on the left side of the head. Luckily for him, the bullet that got into his body narrowly missed the bone at the shoulder plate, making his injury less severe.
‘Good morning Agent. I’m Godwin Anyim, assistant director of the State Security Service in Anambra state.’
‘Oh!’ Dave smiled and raised his hand to make a salute.
The man smiled back briefly and then put on a serious face, ‘Agent, why didn’t you reach us early last night to provide support for you?’
Dave sighed. ‘I never knew I was going to need support, it came unexpectedly.’
‘But you should have reported to the SSS office first when you got into Anambra.’
‘Sir, I don’t work for the SSS, I work with the SSS. My direct Agency doesn’t have an office here, so I’m not obligated to report to any other organization.’
The man was silent for a minute. ‘So under whose covering were you working in this state?’
‘I got direct permission from the NIS Chairman,’ Dave replied.
The man chuckled. ‘Talking about the chairman, he called this morning and asked that you reach him as soon as you wake up.’ the man said and turned back to take Dave’s phone. ‘Here’s your phone, you also have a couple of missed calls.’
Dave collected the phone and unlocked it, he opened his call records and found the names of those that tried to reach him – Lizzy, Daniel and Inspector Dakolo. He exited and quickly searched for the chairman’s number.
He took in a deep breath before dialing the number. He knew he was in trouble with the chairman already. There were only two options; either he was suspended for a week or two or asked to withdraw from the case totally. He had only gotten permission for interviews and was supposed to have called to inform the head office immediately the game changed.
‘Dave,’ the chairman’s voice sounded through the phone’s speaker.
‘Good morning sir.’ Dave replied.
‘Dave, what happened to you?’
‘Sir, it came suddenly. I…I didn’t…I never expected to meet her here,’ Dave stammered.
‘And why didn’t you reach the office before taking any action?’
‘It was too sudden sir, I acted proactively.’
There was a few seconds silence. ‘You also never wrote in your reports that you were tracing Samantha through her credit card.’
‘Yes sir, I wasn’t sure if she was that person, I needed to make confirmation and that is what I was trying to do when…’
‘Shut up Dave!’ The man slammed. ‘Don’t you know who you’re talking to?’
Dave remained silent. He folded his lips in as his eyes met with Godwin’s.
‘Don’t ever take me for a fool and tell me stupid stories, is that clear?’
‘Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.’
There was another brief silence.
‘When are you going to be discharged from the hospital?’ the chairman asked.
‘I don’t know yet sir, I’ve not seen the doctors this morning.’
‘You should find out and book the next flight available to Abuja as soon as possible. You can continue with your treatment here.’
‘I’m sorry sir… But don’t you think I need to still do some work here before returning?’
The Chairman was silent for a moment. Dave was afraid he had made the man angrier.
‘If you have to do that, ll send Daniel to you, he’ll take the next available flight there. Do make sure you don’t do anything till he comes.’
‘Okay sir,’ Dave replied and gave a sigh of relief. He never thought the man would agree for him to stay and continue on the case.
‘Be careful Dave, be very careful Dave’ the man said in a tone which depicted more of threatening than warning.
‘Phew!’ Dave forced out a breath from his mouth as he dropped the phone. He closed his eyes, partly in frustration. Making any of his team members join him was something he dreaded. It meant he wouldn’t be able to cover his activities from the corrupt chairman and the police anymore but it was a better option than the case been withdrawn totally from him.
He stared at the SSS man’s face for a while. The man was back on his seat and scrolling through his phone without paying any attention to him. Dave opened his call records again and dialed Lizzy’s number first. She picked the call at a ring and he apologized for not having the time to call her the previous night.
‘Come on, hope you’re fine.’ she replied to his apologies.
‘Yes, I’m trying. I got a bullet beside my shoulder though.’
‘Aww! Sorry about that,’ Lizzy expressed her concern in a sad tone.
‘Thanks Lizzy, so how are you?’
‘I’m doing good. How long will you be in the hospital?’
‘I don’t know how long they plan to keep me, but I don’t want to stay here till tomorrow.’
‘Dave, please take care of yourself.’ she said in a pleading tone.
‘Don’t worry about me Liz, I’ll call you again soon.’
He ended the call and dialed Inspector Dakolo’s number. As usual the Inspector was requesting if he had any information contrary to what the news had reported that morning, not knowing that he was a part of those who made the news. He replied with a negative answer to the Inspector’s disappointment.
‘I don’t know what you would like to eat, I’m going to get food from the eatery along this street,’ Tarasha said to the man who was still seated in the same spot she left him in the living room.
The man turned to look at her where she stood behind the chair. He suddenly remembered that he didn’t know the exact location he was. He had been indoor since the day before and had not seen outside the place.
‘Where are we?’ he asked and waited for a reply but she gave no answer.. ‘Are we still in Anambra?’ he pressed on.
He got up slowly and sat on the sofa. ‘I have a time table at home which the maids use in preparing my meals, I don’t really choose what I like to eat, so I can’t tell you what to get for me.’
‘Well, I got some groceries from the store yesterday but your breakfast might come late if we have to follow your timetable this morning.’ she said. She hoped he would not insist on following the time table because she wasn’t ready to cook. She had learnt how to prepare some Nigerian dishes from Aisha and Tomi but didn’t like to prepare them herself even though she enjoyed eating.
‘I don’t even remember what’s on the timetable for today, you can get me anything to eat, I’m really hungry.’ the man replied.
‘Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.’ she said and walked away.
He drifted back to the realm of thoughts as she left him alone. He considered her offer again. Was it really the opportunity he had to finally right his wrongs? He asked himself. And what if his wrongs could not be righted? But it was still an opportunity to help the nation like she had put it, and it could just be his last opportunity to do something good for his people.
NIS Office, Abuja.
Lizzy was already preparing to leave her office when Victor’s call came in. She wondered if he was also in Anambra with his boss or if he was still in town. She didn’t hear from him the last night and even in the early hours of the morning which was unusual. She sat back and relaxed in her seat to answer the call.
‘Good morning Victor, how are you today?’
‘I’m fine, how about you?’
‘I’m fine too, hope you slept well?’
‘Yes, I did. Did you?’
‘I did too. So are you at work already?’
‘Yes, I am and I’m even preparing to go for a delivery now.’
‘Oh! Okay. I’ll call you later then.’
‘I love you Pat.’
‘I love you too,’ she replied, shaking her head in disgust.
She hissed and tossed the phone into the bag after the call ended. She then rose from the table and adjusted her skirt.
‘One of those old men, right?’ one of her office mates hinted, talking about her conversation.
‘No, an annoying young man actually.’
‘Which case is that?’ the office mate asked.
‘It’s an old case,’ Lizzy answered reluctantly. She picked up her bag and hurried towards the door. ‘I’ll see you guys tomorrow,’ she said, her shoes making noise as the soles came in contact with the ground.
The door to Cole’s room opened just as he ended the call. He sat at the edge of the bed facing the door directly. As expected, Tomi was the one who entered without knocking.
‘So that’s the girl right, Pat?’ she stood at the door with her hands on her waist. She was putting on an apron and had just finished from the kitchen.
Cole knew instantly that she had listened to his conversation on phone but still decided to feign ignorance. ‘Which girl are you talking about?’
‘The one you just spoke to on phone,’ she replied and folded her arms across her chest.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he replied with a hiss.
‘I heard all you said on phone, stop lying to me.’
‘You shouldn’t be going around listening to other people’s conversation, don’t you have work to do?’ Cole slammed, trying to turn the tables.
‘Just shut up, I came to tell you breakfast was ready. You should be ashamed of yourself, always jumping around from one girl to another.’
Cole stared at her face for a moment and then burst into hysterical laughter. She stared at him thinly, wondering what the cause of his sudden madness was.
‘Girl, I believe you know I’m well aware of the many guys that have entered you back and front. And you know we don’t hide things from each other, I’ve heard stories on how you ride for several hours tirelessly. You shouldn’t be the one educating me in sticking to one girl, after you’ve been laid by every man that knows how to talk. Now stop acting like I’m the only one who has access to what you have there,’ he said with an evil smile, pointing with a finger to her chest and down to her privates.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Her face clearly showed her embarrassment and anger. She turned and stormed out of the room without saying any other thing.
He laughed to himself after she walked away. He stopped laughing when a thought flashed through his mind. He decided it was time he had to stop eating her food. With the way things were, she was likely to poison him as soon as she gets the right opportunity.
Udoka Estate, Anambra.
‘I brought you some clothes from the mall,’ Tarasha said as she walked into the room unannounced. The man was lying in the bed but wasn’t asleep. He sat up slowly and his eyes followed Tarasha to the wardrobe in which she dropped the bag of clothes. ‘I also bought you an antiseptic soap, a sponge, toothbrush and toothpaste. I know you must be feeling unclean the way you are now.’ she closed the wardrobe and proceeded back towards the door. ‘You have enough time to rest after your breakfast, we’d have to do some work together after lunchtime.’ she said and walked out without waiting for a reply.
The man rolled out of the bed slowly and slipped on the slippers by the bedside. He walked to the wardrobe and opened to check what she had bought. After checking all what she came with, he wondered if he was still in abduction or if she had already accepted him as a co-worker.
Defence Hospital, Anambra
‘Doctor, just dress up the wound. I need to leave here once my colleague arrives.’ Dave said to the Doctor standing in his ward who had just administered some injections to him. Two nurses were in the ward with them.
‘I know you have to get back to work but I’ll advice that you let us watch you till tomorrow afternoon.’ the doctor replied him.
‘For another twenty four hours?’
‘Yes, so we can monitor the wound and ensure its going to close up soon.’
‘I can always come back for you to check me, but I can’t stay here for another twenty four hours. I have some things to do tonight,’ Dave stepped down from the bed and put on his slippers. ‘Excuse me Doc, I’ll like to use the restroom.’
‘I’ll give you sometime to reconsider your decision Agent,’ the doctor said as he watched Dave walk to the toilet. He signalled to the nurses with him and they proceeded out of the ward together.
35 minutes later
Agent Dan had arrived with Godwin the SSS director. Another chair had been added to the ward, Dan and Godwin were seated and facing Dave who was sitting in an upright position at the edge of bed.
‘The chairman is mad at you and he wants quick correction,’ Dan said to Dave.
‘I know, but you think he would still place me on suspension?’ Dave asked in a sad tone.
‘I honestly don’t think so,’ Dan replied. He bit his lower lips slightly and placed a thin stare at Dave’s face. ‘That’s what he should have done but I think he was stopped.’
‘Stopped? By who?’
‘I don’t really know but the bottom line is that they think you’re doing well on the case and should not be stopped yet.’
‘And do you know if the police has taken any action with the information available especially the credit card details?’
Dan was yet to answer when the door of the ward flung open and the Doctor walked in with a file in his hands. Everyone in the room turned to him.
‘Agent, you’re free to leave when you like.’ the Doctor stopped beside Dave and handed an A4 sized paper to him. ‘Show them this at the reception, the nurses would give you the drugs I recommend for you.’ the doctor paused a little. Dave was scanning through the paper. ‘Agent, do not involve yourself in strenuous activities or exercises yet, you may open up the wound again.’
‘Thank you,’ Dave said in reply. The doctor turned and courtesied silently to the other agents seated before he walked.
‘Have you had lunch?’ Tarasha asked the doctor as she walked into the living room. She had a can of spray paint in her right hand and a license plate of a car in the left hand. From the little stains on her top and jeans trousers, he could tell that she had just finished spraying a car.
‘Yes, I took the plates and tray to the kitchen already,’ he replied and returned his gaze to the television. The news was being read.
She walked to the store in the house and dropped the things she had with her, then she went outside again and returned with a can of spray primer and a masking tap. She didn’t return until fifteen minutes time. She had changed into an armless black top and a blue jean bum short and also carried a laptop with her when she returned.
‘Can we work now?’ she asked as she proceeded to the man’s seat.
He sat up and watched as she approached him. She dragged a footstool with her and placed it beside him.
‘I have a couple of documents here detailing the importation of some drugs into the country between 2010 to 2016. I made some research and discovered that these drugs were banned in the US during that period,’ she said as she opened a document. ‘But the confusing thing here is that the importation was approved by the Nigerian drug agency then. I don’t understand this, ‘ she stopped and looked at his face. ‘You confessed to work with them in the business, so I believe you should have an explanation.’
The man didn’t appear to be listening to her. His focus was fully on the document she opened. ‘Where did you get this from?’ he asked, referring to the article.
She closed the laptop screen on seeing that he wasn’t paying attention to her. ‘I asked you a question first, how did they get this importation and many others to be approved?’
The man sat, he released air from his mouth and looked the other way. ‘The drug agency Chairman at that time was a part of Elvis Richards team, I can recognize his signature in that document you opened but I never knew a document like that existed.’
‘But people bought this drugs, if they’re really fake, how come there were no deaths credited to them?’
‘There were several deaths, an example is the patient that doctor Danjuma treated which led him into trouble. But the way those drugs were; they weren’t really fake or expired. A more proper way to describe them is calling them substandard, they did lesser than they were supposed to do.’ the doctor explained.
‘And no investigation was ever carried out?’
‘During the early days, the drugs and vaccines were only acquired and used by low funded hospitals and some petty pharmacies. Our hospital had to get from them when we suddenly ran out of supply and needed those drugs urgently.’
‘How long did the substandard drugs business last for?’
‘I don’t really know how long they’ve been operating before I met them, but the operations stopped totally in 2015.’
‘But I’m still wondering how they could operate at all, how come no report or investigation was made?’ Tarasha asked with a confused look on her face. She opened up the laptop again.
‘I’m aware that after the Danjuma’s incident, they began to repackage the drugs into similar containers of well known pharmacies in Nigeria. Several of these pharmaceutical companies were shut down by the new government that came in in 2016 because the substandard drugs were found in their names and containers . I think it must be the reason for the end of operations in 2015.’
‘So, do you think we can get proofs for all these?’
‘Well…’ the man sounded not sure. ‘We might get some proofs but we have to visit some locations in Lagos.’
‘Okay,’ she said and opened back the laptop.
There was silence for the next two minutes.
‘But sir… Do you have anything else you think we can use against Elvis Richards?’ Tarasha asked after the silence.
The man who was still reading through the documents Tarasha opened on her laptop stopped and leaned backward. He closed his eyes for a moment as if to recall something. Then he opened it again. ‘I have some documents in my house at Nnewi, if you’re ready we can go there to get them.’
‘Oops! That reminds me, your family has officially declared you missing. What do you want to do about them?’
The man stared at Tarasha blankly. Sadness overwhelmed him. He didn’t know what to do. He had expected that she would tell him what to do instead of asking.
‘How did you know they are looking for me?’ he asked.
‘I heard it being said when I went to get paint earlier and I’m also with your phone, you’ve gotten a lot of messages already,’ she replied and took out his phone from the laptop bag. ‘Would you like to speak with your son?’ she asked as she gave it to him.
‘What would I tell him?’ he replied.
‘Tell him not to worry about you and to make sure the rest of the family is also calm. Also assure him that you’ll be back soon, let him know you’re just taking a short break somewhere.’
Chapter 12 part 8
Crescent Moon Hotel
‘These clothes are very useless to us,’ Dan said flinging back the clothes to the bed.
‘I wasn’t expecting her to leave anything useful behind though, we just had to come so that we could write a complete report.’ Dave said to him.
‘Well… Let’s get out of here, you need to get some rest.’ Dan said, proceeding towards the door.
The were in the room previously occupied by Tarasha. It had been locked since the last night by the other SSS officials and nobody was allowed to enter. Both Dave and Dan had SSS tagged masks on their faces which covered only some parts of their faces just to make them unrecognizable when seen without the masks. The masks looked more like helmets. The head security officer of the hotel was there with them, standing, with his back resting against the wall beside the door and watching while the agents ransacked the room.
‘Officer Clement, I do need to thank you for your time and patience. I’m sorry about the loss of your men and the disruption of your normal activities.’ Dave said as he turned towards the door. Dan was already out and walking away slowly.
‘It’s okay, we could have made history if we got her yesterday,’ Clement replied in a rather low tone.
‘Yea we could have,’ Dave sighed. ‘But it’s sad that she still got away.’
‘We made a good trial at least, I think we put in our bests, she was just too ready.’ Clement stopped to lock the door after both of them stepped outside. Dan had stopped at the front of the lift and was waiting for them.
‘The vehicle she got away with hasn’t been located anywhere, I heard the owner was at the police station to make report.’
‘Yes, the SSS general was at the station when he came, so he told me about it when he came here. But we’ve driven the Chevrolet you left at the front of his house to the SSS office for repair of the door.’
They began to walk towards Dan.
‘I hope there’s no other problem with the Chevrolet?’
‘No, there was no scratch on it.’
‘What about the owner of the Zenvo ST1? Has anyone come to ask about it?’
‘No, not yet.’
‘Well, I think I saw the owner of the Chevrolet that afternoon when I drove in. Those cars are expensive, I trust their owners to come very soon.’
‘Yea… But that Chevrolet,’ Clement stopped walking. ‘A police Inspector was here this morning, they said it was likely owned by a kidnapper.’
‘Yea.’ Clement affirmed. They continued walking towards Dan but at a slower pace. ‘A wealthy Doctor was said to have left his residence with a girl in that car and didn’t return home that night. So they traced the car and found out it came here yesterday afternoon but didn’t know where it went to from here, they couldn’t find the footages.’
‘What’s wrong with these NSCC guys these days? Their system crashed when we needed them last night and that is what has been happening for the past few months,’ Dave said, wondering what Mr Sylvester and the others were doing at the headquarters. He knew they must have been trying the number he submitted to them.
‘They just need to improve, I believe it was the overload and unusual collection of the footages that crashed it last night.’
‘But isn’t that what they’re meant for?’
The man gave no reply.
‘So, that girl kidnapped the old man?’ Dave asked.
‘No, the officer called back this evening to ask if they had come for the car. He said it wasn’t a kidnap. The old doctor called them in the afternoon to tell them he was fine and he just needed a break from his family and that’s why he went with her.’
‘Hehe,’ Dave chuckled. ‘I thought the man was her father when I saw them together yesterday. I was wondering how that kind of young girl was riding that expensive car, but I believe the wealthy doctor must have gotten the car for her,’ Dave said in a light tone. The picture of the girl on low cut appeared in his mind again and he continued to marvel at her beauty even though she now seemed more like a runs girl to him.
Three of them stepped into the elevator and the door closed.
Tarasha’s Residence, Udoka Estate.
‘The rain has just begun heavily,’ Tarasha said as she walked into the man’s room.
‘I can hear the sound,’ the man replied, buttoning up his shirt, one of the new shirts Tarasha had gotten from him.
‘I brought this for you, you might need it.’ she said as she passed a blue cardigan to him.
‘Thank you,’ he collected it gratefully. ‘Are we leaving right away?’ he said, noticing she was fully dressed up in her usual black on black.
‘No, we’ll wait for the rain to subside a little, it’s quite windy now and I won’t like to drive yet.’
‘Okay,’ he said and began to put on the cardigan. He said something which wasn’t audible because of the cardigan covering his voice as he wore it.
‘What did you say?’ Tarasha asked.
‘Why are you on black?’
‘Dark colours are good for dark periods of the day,’ she replied.
He looked at her face and nodded in agreement.
‘I want to believe your security officials at the place won’t give us trouble,’ Tarasha implied.
‘I’ll try to make them not to, but let’s be prepared for them. I’ll prefer if there’s a way we can go in without going through them, they know my family has been looking for me and may want to raise an alarm even if I tell them not to.’
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‘I’ll take care of that, we can help them sleep for two hours and forget all that happened when they wake.’
‘I have two guards there and two relatives, are you going to inject them all benryl?’
‘I don’t have to inject them for it to get into their bodies, but anybody that comes in sight will get it.’
The man replied with silence and proceeded to put on his shoes.
‘We’d leave this state finally on Friday, I hope you’re ready to depart from your family.’ she said and proceeded towards the wardrobe.
The man exhaled and inhaled deeply for a moment. He repeated the process one more time before he spoke. ‘Where are we going to from here?’
‘I can’t tell you for now,’ She stopped at the front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She placed a palm to press down her neatly combed hair gently and rubbed her forehead with the hair cream that stained her palm.
‘How long are we going to stay? Or how long do I have to be there with you?’ he asked another question.
‘For as long as it takes to achieve the purpose we’re coming together for,’ she replied.
The man closed his eyes briefly and took in a breath. ‘Will I be allowed to make calls to my family?’ he asked as he opened his eyes.
‘I’m too not sure I’ll allow you do that, but if it’s ever gonna happen, it’ll be monitored.’
There was silence for some minutes. Tarasha turned to the other side of the bed and sat on the footstool. Both of them seemed to be waiting for the intensity of the rain to reduce.
‘Do you know why I’m taking you with me?’ Tarasha asked, looking at the man’s face.
The looked back at her with a pitiful look on his face. He nodded sideways to answer ‘No’.
‘I just don’t feel like killing you,’ Tarasha voiced out, feeling embarrassed at herself. ‘The normal thing is to kill you after extracting the information I need from you but I’ve not been moved to do that especially because you’ve not given me any trouble. But I won’t allow you return to your family until we’re done, allowing you return would be dangerous for me andit’ll be more dangerous for you because I can still come back to kill you and your family members whenever I want, no matter where you run to. But now that you’re traveling with me, I still promise you a bullet in your brain if you ever mess up.’
Tarasha closed her eyes briefly after talking. She knew something was wrong with her. Killing people haven’t been easy for her for sometime and it even became more difficult after she was saved from death by Cole and Henry. However, she didn’t tell the man the real truth. Even though she didn’t want to kill him, the main reason she was taking him along with her in a healthy manner was because she believed he could still have more information than they were going to retrieve from his house that night. She could have injected him substances that’ll make him have a total memory loss or another that’ll turn him to a dummy and render him useless even if she wanted to preserve his life.
The man stared blankly into the air. He believed every word she said. He had seen the crime scenes on the news that afternoon and knew what she was capable of doing. And maybe he still could prevent the bullet from entering into his head by helping her against her targets and at the same time ‘helping his nation’ like she had put it and by that he would totally avert the nightmares he had been having.
‘So, you really want us to go out tomorrow?’ Cole typed into the chat box with Patricia and clicked on send.
There was a smile on his face as he scrolled up the messages again. It was her first time of ever asking him for an outing first, even though she only suggested it indirectly.
‘No, it’s not compulsory that we go out. I could come over to your house. Probably prepare dinner for us if you allow me and then we can spend the night together. I’ll leave from your place to work tomorrow.’
The smile on Cole’s face totally disappeared after reading her message. On a normal day, he was supposed to be glad that she offered to come to his home. He should have started preparations immediately for things he would do to her and with her when she comes. But the reverse was the case here.
‘But what about your parents, will they like it if you sleep out?’ Cole sent his reply.
‘They won’t know where I slept. I could just tell them I have to work late that day and that I’ll be sleeping at the staff’s quarters.’ her reply came in.
Cole heaved a sigh on reading the new message. He had houses in Lagos he would have taken her to if they were to be in the state but he had never thought of having a house in Abuja even though he had the money to buy several, the reason being that their stay in Abuja wasn’t planned to be a long or a permanent place of residence.
‘I won’t like you lying to your parents just because you want to spend time with me,’ he replied, surprised at rate he had turned to a good moral adviser.
‘Why? I’m a woman and not a girl anymore, so they can’t dictate what I should do.’ she replied.
‘I know but I’ll prefer that they know me and know that you’re coming to my place,’ Cole typed and sent. He really wished the argument wasn’t going to continue. He didn’t have much excuses to give anymore.
‘Then why are we wasting time? I think you should come to my place this weekend so that I can introduce you to my family as my boyfriend.’
Boyfriend? Cole gasped. Nobody had ever introduced him as a boyfriend in his life since he never had the chance to keep a girlfriend. And he also thought that it was only fiances that were introduced to families.
He sat up and rested his back against the headboard. He exited the messenger and opened a web browser. It was time for him to get a personal house in Abuja. He knew he would find a good one within minutes of checking.
‘Hey?’ another message entered from Patricia. She could see he had read her message but didn’t reply. ‘Are you coming to visit my parents?’
‘Ermm… Don’t you think we’re taking things too fast?’ he typed and sent.
‘Do you love me?’ she replied in less than ten seconds.
‘Yes, you know I do.’
‘Isn’t that what matters?’
Cole heaved a sigh and shook his head. He began to consider the option of going to see her parents. It wasn’t really a dangerous idea for him but it could be for her.
Getting an apartment was the solution for him. Once he finds a house and pay for it the next day, then he would be able to take her somewhere whenever she requested to go to his house.
‘Are you coming?’ her message entered before he could type anything again. ‘Please don’t say no if you really love me.’
Cole let out a breath, he felt weak. ‘Okay, this Saturday.’ he finally replied.
Three minutes later
‘Yeah! The dummy has finally agreed to come see my parents,’ Lizzy typed into her second phone. She was also chatting with Dave.
‘Wow! How did you go about it?’
‘I asked him to prove his love with it.’
‘Nice, so how do we make plans for him?’ the reply came in.
‘You have to arrange parents for me,’ she replied and dropped the phone to reply to Victor’s message on the other phone.
‘I’ll get back to you tomorrow,’ Dave replied.
April 24, 2031
Crescent Moon Hotel, Anambra.
‘Sir, that wasn’t her face.’ Dave said to Clement in the security office. They were the only two persons there. Since a great number of the security men of the hotel had died days ago, the office had always been scanty with only Clement and his assistant there most of the times.
‘I don’t understand, do you mean that the face captured by our cameras was unrecognizable?’ Clement asked with a frown.
‘No, the pictures from the cameras were clear enough but we still couldn’t find her as a registered citizen of the nation or even in the guests records.’ Dave replied, shaking uncomfortably in his seat.
‘That means it’s a problem from the records,’ Clement suggested.
‘No, it isn’t. We’ve never been able to trace Samantha Osman’s records from the start.’
‘What of the records as AK Evelyn which she used here?’
‘The AK Evelyn she registered here isn’t the same as the one I thought, it is something else not Alexander Kimberly Evelyn, Dave said.
‘Okay, if you know the full for the initials of her new name, why don’t you trace through that?’
‘We’re doing that already but I’m sure it won’t lead us to her, she would have discarded the name and cleared the records like she does always.’
Dave’s phone began to ring at that moment. He politely excused himself from Clement to receive the call.
‘Good morning Agent Godwin,’ Dave said into the phone.
‘Good morning Agent Dave, you’re needed at the headquarters right away.’ Agent Godwin replied from the other end.
‘I hope there’s no problem,’ Dave replied, a frown appeared on his face.
‘It’s not a problem really, but it’s urgent. It’s about the car you used that day.’
‘The Zenvo? I thought we addressed the owner yesterday. We pleaded with him that it might take some time for the government to release us money except the car is insured.’
‘No, it’s the Chevrolet.’
‘Oh!’ Dave paused a bit. ‘Okay, but my colleague is at the office, he can address their questions for me.’
‘No, he’s tried but couldn’t answer all. You need to be here, because the owner is claiming there’s something missing in her car.’
‘Something missing? That’s not true. The only problem is the door which was destroyed.’
‘So you need to come say that yourself to the owner.’
‘Okay, I’ll be there in few minutes.’
‘We told her that you are a doctor and you only used her car to go to the scene to give first aid to the victims.’
‘Okay, that’s fair enough.’
‘Yea, we’re waiting for you.’
Dave got up from his seat immediately he ended the call. ‘I’ve got to go now,’ he said to Clement.
‘No problem,’ Clement also rose up from his own seat to see him off. ‘So what’s the direction of your investigation now?’ Clement asked as they walked towards the car park.
‘No direction yet, Samantha has destroyed the credit card I traced here.’ Dave said with a sad tone. ‘I don’t think we’ll stay up to two more days here. I’m not sure she’s in this state anymore.’
‘But what if she launches an attack elsewhere after you leave?’
‘For now, I don’t have an idea where she is or what she might be doing next. If she does anything after we leave, the men of the SSS here will take over, we’ll come back if there’s any need.’
‘Alright, I wish you goodluck with your work.’
‘Thank you sir.’ Dave gave a light smile. ‘I would like to apologise again for the troubles we caused here and for all the men you lost.’
‘It’s okay Agent, it had to happen. I just hope you help us push it and make the government provide the adequate compensation for their families.’
‘We’d try our best,’ Dave replied. He shook hands warmly with Clement again before he made his way into the passengers’ side of the car. A driver was waiting in the car for him.
Dave groaned slightly as he sat, the wound at it back was opening up because of lack of rest. He closed the door and put on his seatbelt before signaling to the driver that he was ready. Clement stepped back and watched until they drove away.
Dave took a glance at all the cars in the hotel compound as they drove towards the gate. The sounds of gunshots and the screams of men falling returned to his memory. He felt guilty for their deaths and wished he could do something to reverse it. But he knew it wasn’t his fault. He had done his best to avoid a shoot out that day but had no option other than it as he didn’t want to let Samantha go.
He tried to change his line of thoughts as he let out a deep breath but couldn’t until they got to the gate.
The security men opened the damaged gate as he approached them, Dave remembered the lady in the Chevrolet again. He wondered if she was the same person waiting for him at the SSS office and thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to meet her if she was. He began to think of words to say to her when they meet.
16 minutes later.
‘Agent Dave,’ Agent Godwin offered him a handshake as they met at the entrance of the reception.
‘Sir, where’s she waiting?’
‘In the lounge with your partner,’ Godwin answered. ‘I am going out already, I’ll be back before you guys leave. Remember that you’re a doctor.’
‘Okay,’ Dave smiled and let go of the man’s hand. He made his way to the lounge, hoping that Dan would have left there before he got there so that he could have enough privacy with the lady.
He was disappointed when he got to the lounge, not because Dan was still in the lounge but because the lady there was different from the one he saw in the car two days before. This one was not as beautiful as the other but wasn’t ugly as well, she had her hair plaited and all falling back.
‘Good afternoon ma’am,’ he greeted as he walked closer.
‘Good afternoon sir,’ Tarasha squinted at his face. She wondered what kind of doctor he was, the bandage on his head wasnt as neat as it should be which showed that it needed to be redressed and it was also obvious that he was a victim of a recent accident.
‘You own the Chevrolet?’ Dave asked as he settled in the seat close in front of her.
‘Yes, I do and are you the doctor who drove in it?’ She didn’t take her eyes off his face as they talked and It didn’t take long before she recognized him and remembered how he drove in with the taxi that day she was leaving. She recalled that their eyes met briefly and that he kept staring at her until she drove out through the gate.
‘Yes,’ Dave replied. He looked towards Dan with a frown. ‘Have you guys confirmed that she’s the owner?’
‘Yes, she has all the necessary documents and knows everything about the car.’ Dan answered.
‘Okay.’ Dave looked back to the lady and let out a fake smile. ‘Sorry, I just needed to be sure.’
‘It’s okay. I’m sorry I had to make you rush down from where you were. I thought I dropped a folder in the car that day but I’ve been informed that it has been found. I didn’t bring it along with me to the hotel that day.’
‘Okay, so you have no need to see me again?’
‘Yes, I’m sorry. I just decided to wait for you and apologize since they said you were already close,’ she said and got up to her feet.
Dave flashed a look at Dan to confirm and Dan shrugged in confirmation.
‘But… I thought I saw your car earlier that day in the hotel driven in by someone else,’ Dave said as he got up from his seat.
‘The SSS director and this your friend, already confirmed that i what you saw wasn’t my car, the car you saw was different.’ she replied. Her phone began to ring in her bag and she stopped to search for it.
‘Yes, Agent Dave.’ Dan confirmed. ‘Her Chevrolet drove down to the hotel from Asaba, the other one you saw came from an hospital in Ngozika Estate. The car couldn’t have been in two locations at a time.’
Dave felt somehow confused. He knew it was possibly true because most Chevrolet Camaro were painted in that same color but he wondered how they had to use the same hotel that day. He however had to accept since Dan had confirmed that the cars were different. All his hopes of meeting the beautiful girl on low cut totally diminished. Not that he really felt lust for her but there was just a strange desire to get closer to the low cut lady.
‘It’s okay ma’am, sorry for stopping you again.’ Dave said to her.
‘Thank you doctor,’ she said and raised her phone to her ear as she turned. Her finger touched the volume button at the side of the phone.
chapter 12 part 10
April 26, 2031.
Tarasha squeezed his fingers as it touched her palm. It took him by surprise. He didn’t know she was awake and had been watching him as he walked towards her, leading his way with his phone’s screen backlight. She had noticed when he sat on the floor beside the sofa and was wondering what he was doing when he spent sometime there silently without doing anything.
‘So you’re awake?’ he said, raising his phone to see her face with the backlight.
‘Yes, why didn’t you switch on the light and why were you tiptoeing here like you wanted to steal something?’ she asked with a light tone.
He chuckled. ‘I didn’t want to wake you up,’ he said and tightened his fingers around hers. She pulled his arm across her body making it lay on her belly touching his b—–s slightly. He adjusted his seating position on the floor while she also turned towards him on three seater where she laid. ‘So why are you not sleeping?’
‘I was sleeping,’ she replied. Their faces were close to each other’s.
‘Sleeping? But you saw me tiptoeing to you,’ he questioned.
‘Yes, you woke me when you got out of your room.’
Henry was confused for a moment. He had opened and closed his door as gently as he could and the door wasn’t even one that made noise when it wasn’t even handled gently.
His phone’s backlight went off and he could barely see Tarasha’s face in the darkness.
‘How did you know I was still here?’ she asked while Henry was still trying to turn on his phone’s screen again.
‘I’ve not slept, I’ve been waiting to hear you enter your room since but I never heard the sound of your door closing.’ Henry replied.
‘Well… I just wanted to think alone in the darkness, that’s why I turned off the light but then, I slept off.’ she explained.
‘But you said I woke you up when I stepped out of my room, how is that possible? I didn’t make any noise with the door,’ Henry asked.
‘It still made some very low sounds, especially when you closed it back.’
Henry tried to remember the manner at which he closed it. ‘I closed it gently,’ he argued.
‘The whole house is silent, I can hear the gentlest sound now. Even if the noises are from different sources, I can still differentiate where each is from, I did a course on that for three years.
Henry shook his head and smiled. A brief silence followed. The phone’s backlight switched off but he didn’t bother to turn it on again.
‘That man you came with, who is he?’ Henry asked.
‘He’s Dr Martin, he worked with Elvis Richards several years ago and he seems to know a lot of the man’s secret.’ Tarasha replied, after taking some seconds to consider whether it was time to tell him or not.
‘How did you get to meet him?’
‘I got him from my research on Elvis Richards, he was the one I went to look for in Anambra.’
‘And he agreed to come here with you?’
‘Yes, he did.’
Henry let out a breath, not really sure of what to talk about anymore.
‘I was scared of losing you, I thought I would never see you again when I heard the sounds of those gunshots that night.’ Henry said in a deeply terrified voice. ‘Thank God you’re alive but…’ he stopped and gave a gasp.
‘So many innocent people died,’ Henry said in a sad tone and let out a very deep breath.
‘They had to die, I was attacked,’ Tarasha said defensively and sat up, she felt he was about to judge her again. ‘There was no way I could have left there without them going down.’
‘I know, I understand that they had to die. But I think is that we should avoid such situations from reoccurring,’ he said, turning on his phone’s backlight again. She had shifted away from him to the middle of the sofa while Henry remained at the edge with his hands on the armrest where she previously laid her head.
‘I didn’t plan to fight or kill anybody there, the only ones I plan to kill remains Elvis Richards and Inspector Rikau. But anybody that comes in my way and leaves me without a choice will have to go too.’
‘But do you know we can do this without you having to kill?’ Henry asked thoughtfully. ‘Even Elvis Richards and the Inspector General.’
‘That’s not possible, I’ve told you several times that I ain’t gon take that sermon.’
‘It is very possible Tara,’ Henry insisted.
‘It isn’t,’ she argued.
‘Shh…’ Henry hushed, their voices were getting louder. He moved closer to her and positioned his elbows on her knees, he located her palms and held both in his. ‘Now, you said that man, the doctor that came home with you worked with Elvis Richards for several years.’
‘Yes, he worked with them.’ she replied, wondering what he was driving out. She tried to release her hands from his grip and fold them but he didn’t let her go.
‘And you also say he has so much information,’ Henry continued. He released one of her hands to take his phone, he turned on the flashlight and then placed the light to face up on the seat. He took her hand in his again.
‘Yes,’ she now folded her lips in and stared at him sternly.
‘Then, if we’re to go by the manner you said it, we should be able to get enough information from the man to bring these wicked men to justice.’
Tarasha shook her head at him. ‘How can you suggest that when you know that Elvis Richards can easily influence the court processes? The judiciary system here is still been control by the men at high places.’
‘I know, but we don’t have to take them to court directly.’
She stared at him without saying anything.
‘Now, for example, Inspector General Rikau was a major head of the terrorists that disturbed the nation several years ago. If we can get valid proofs of the man’s involvement from anywhere , then we can bring him down with that. If we also get valid proofs implicating the Vice President too, we can do the same with him.’
‘I still don’t understand how that is going to send them six feets down,’ she argued.
‘They would be killed or be forced to kill themselves especially if we make it in a way that none of them would be able to escape,’ Henry said. He paused to see if she understood him.
‘I still do not understand him.’
‘Simple, we can get the masses to also want them dead. That would force the system to judge them rightly but if that doesn’t happen, the cry of the masses can make international bodies come in.’
‘Hmm… So how do we make that happen?’
‘Easy, this is how…’
‘Good morning Sunshine, I can’t wait for us to be at my parents house together this afternoon.’
Cole’s heart skipped a beat as he read the message. He wasn’t scared of meeting her parent, he was only afraid that it wasn’t the right time to do it. He also knew he could be putting her life in danger by associating too much with her.
He wanted to send a reply immediately to cancel off the appointment but he stopped. He had already planned it to take place during a period that Tarasha won’t need him and also planned not to stay long at the place. There was no need to change his plans now, except if the boss needed him to do something unplanned for.
‘Good morning dear, I can’t wait too. Hope you slept well,’ he typed in a reply and clicked the enter button.
He dropped the phone beside the pillow and stretched for some seconds in the bed. He stopped as he realized something, he picked his phone again and opened the messaging app, it was actually the first time Patricia would be the first to send a message in the morning. Maybe she was loving him more, he thought. Or perhaps she was taking him more serious because he was now ready to visit her family. He drew in a breath and closed his eyes. He got some kind of encouragement to meet her parents more.
Her image formed in his thoughts. He fantasized about her smooth curves and sexy lips, how he wished he could just have a taste of her that morning. Maybe that day could be the day. They had planned to go to his new apartment together after leaving her house. That could be the opportunity he had been looking for to have a taste of her great body. Not that it mattered to him than she herself but he still longed for the opportunity.
His phone beeped in his hand again and he scrolled down to read her reply.
Inspector General Rikau’s Residence, Asokoro
‘Rex, I think you should just tell us how long we should give you to kill her. We’re tired of just making empty assumptions,’ the IG complained bitterly.
‘C’mon, give me a break dude,’ Rex replied in a rude way which shocked the IG. The IG looked around to see if any of his men had not heard or seen the way he was being disrespected. Rex gulped down a glass of hot drink before he continued, ‘You give me a target without sufficient information and you’re expecting magic, you must be kidding.’ he said as he dropped the cup on the table noisily. ‘Stop bossing me around like you give me the information I need.’
They were in the same room Rex was always allowed to stay whenever he came to the IG’s house. Rex was seated on the armless chair which back was turned to the table, his legs crossed and his left hand resting on the table. A bottle of wine and a small cup was on the table just beside the computer set.
The Inspector General stared at Rex with so much anger bottled inside for some seconds, he couldn’t find words to say anymore, he only clenched his teeth and fists in anger and disgust.
‘What do you need from us?’ he asked, his fists still tightened in anger.
‘Just tell me where she is right now and her movements for the next forty eight hours, then I’ll bring her dead body to you in less than seventy hours. That’s the information you should give to an assassin if you want immediate results. But right now, I’m doing the job of an investigator too.’
The IG’s mouth was sealed after hearing his words. He still felt feed Rex wasn’t right but he had no words to counter him.
‘Let me go straight to the reason I’m here,’ Rex said after gulping another cup of wine. ‘I wanted to ask if there is anything of yours or the Vice President which Samantha Osman touched in that state she went to.’
The Inspector General stared at his face, ‘Things like?’
‘Your family, investments or property.’
‘I don’t have anything in Anambra State and the Vice President also does not have any business or family member there too.’
‘So, it meant she might have just gone for another business?’
‘Yes, as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing in Anambra that has to do with us.’
‘What about that SSS Agent who trailed her, do you know him and what useful information does he have?’ Rex asked.
‘I don’t who he is. Right now, he’s still in Anambra State but I’m aware he’d be returning today.’
‘That means you can find out who he is when he comes?’
‘No, he’s a secret agent, the only person allowed to know him is the Agency’s Chairman.’
‘Is there no way you get any details about him?’
‘I can, but I don’t know what he has to do with this,’ the Inspector General said, giving Rex a questioning look. ‘What do you need to know him for?’
‘I do not necessarily need to know him, I only need to know what he knows.’
‘If that’s what you need, I can provide you with that. He’s submitting a report to the NIS immediately he returns.’
‘Come on, they’re waiting for us already.’ Patricia said as she dragged Victor by hand into the house.
‘Wait!’ Victor pulled her back. She stopped and turned to listen to him. ‘Are you sure I’m properly dressed?’ he asked. She had painted her parents as very strict people and he tried his best to dress as responsible as possible.
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‘Of course, you look perfect.’ she replied, sizing him from head to toe with her eyes. She wrapped her arms in his and pulled him along as the climbed the stairs to the balcony.
Victor couldn’t explain his anxiousness. The thoughts of having her parents reject him kept running through his mind. He felt for some reason that they might find something in him that they didn’t like and order their daughter to call off their friendship.
Patricia’s father was in the living room when they entered. He was lying on the three seater sofa with his legs crossed, a tablet device in his hands and an earpiece fixed in his ears.
He didn’t seem to notice their entrance until Patricia got to his front.
‘Pat, when did you come back?’ the man asked, sitting up and taking off his earpiece.
‘Just now, Daddy. Good afternoon sir,’ she said all smiles, bending her knees slightly in courtesy. ‘This is Victor,’ she said beckoning on Victor who was still standing afar off to come closer.
‘Victor!’ the man called with so much enthusiasm showing his complete set of teeth.
‘Good afternoon sir,’ Victor bowed slightly as he proceeded forward, the man was already stretching his hand forward to him.
‘My son,’ the man continued cheerfully as they shook hands warmly. ‘You’re welcome to our home, Patricia has said a lot of things about you already.’
Victor faked a smile and flashed a look at Patricia. He hoped she had told the father only good things about him and not how he was staring at her b—–s and backside when they first met.
‘You may have your seat,’ the man finally released his hand and pointed him to an adjacent seat close to the couch.
‘Thank you sir,’ Victor said as he took his seat.
‘You should go and call your mother to come see our guest,’ the man said to Patricia. She turned and smiled at him before taking the way that led into the other parts of the house.
Victor took some seconds to look around the house. It wasn’t expensively decorated but was beautiful enough. He noticed that the walls were just recently painted and the air conditioners newly installed.
‘So Victor, where are you from?’ Patricia’s father began. ‘I mean your state of origin.’
‘From Edo state sir,’ Victor replied, focusing his gaze on the man’s face. The man had a round face with a flat nose, his hair, partly grey and already halfway the top of his head.
‘Where in Edo State?’ he asked.
‘Benin sir,’ Victor replied.
‘Benin!’ the man gave out a bright smile. ‘I served in Benin and also spent the first five years after service working there. I have a lot of friends there. So can you tell me which area in Benin?’
Now Victor was scared to continue. He didn’t lie when he said he was from Benin but his fear was the man knowing more about him if he mentioned the exact location. If the man knew his area, then research could be easily made on his background and details he would want to hide revealed.
Patricia and her mother joined them in the living room at that moment, rescuing Victor from his tight situation.
‘So, is this the young man who wants to marry my daughter?’ Patricia’s mother said in a lively tone as she approached them. She was short and fat. She had a round face just like her husband and walked like someone who was struggling to support the weight of her body on her legs. However, she was neatly dressed and her hair was well plaited. She had an apron on her body which showed that she was coming from the kitchen.
‘Good afternoon ma,’ Victor stood to greet her, managing to put on a smile.
‘Good afternoon my dear,’ she walked close to him and gave him a side hug before going to the sofa just opposite him. Patricia stopped behind Victor’s seat and rested her elbows on the top of the backrest. ‘Pat, aren’t you going to entertain your husband?’ she said to Patricia.
‘Oh! Mum, thanks. I’m okay for now,’ Victor tried to stop Patrica from going.
‘No, you can’t just be seated like that,’ the woman insisted. ‘Pat, get your husband fruit juice while we wait for the food.’
Cole took in a deep breath. He didn’t know whether to feel welcomed or uncomfortable now that her mother was already referring to him as her husband, does it mean that she accepted him already. She also asked him when she entered that was he the man who wanted her daughter’s hand in marriage. It meant Patricia must have told her parents that he was her fiance. He was also amazed at the way he was welcomed, he was expecting a thorough scrutiny by both parents.
‘Yea, I’m very hungry too, I would not mind a cup of juice first too.’ Patricia’s father joined in.
‘Always hungry Papa Pat,’ the woman jeered at him.
‘Yes o, Saturdays are my free days, allow me eat as much as I can please.’ the man replied back jovially.
‘So Victor,’ the woman called to his surprise. ‘You didn’t answer my question.’
Victor stared at her inquisitively, not knowing what question he didn’t answer.
‘I asked if you are the man that wants to marry my daughter.’
He let out a smile, feeling embarrassed as his eyes met with the man’s own. ‘Yes, by the grace of God,’ he responded shyly. He was surprised at the words which came out of his mouth. He could tell where he got ‘by the grace of God from’. Now, Patricia must explain to him why she told them he had asked to marry her.
‘You’re welcome my son, feel at home.’ she said with a smile and relaxed back.
‘Thank you ma.’
‘So what job so you do?’ Patricia’s father asked and Victor’s gaze turned to him immediately.
‘I run my firm under AA group of companies.’
‘What do you do in your firm?’
‘I deal with exporting Nigerian made products, so it means I serve as a mediator between the indigenous production industries here and the distributors in other countries.’
‘That sounds nice. Where do your parents stay?’
‘My parents are in Lagos state,’ Victor replied.
‘Okay, well…’ the man got up to his feet holding his device in his left hand. ‘I want to do something inside before lunch, do make sure you feel at home.’
‘Thank you sir,’ he bowed slightly and his eyes followed the man as he walked inside.
‘Let me go and check the food in the kitchen,’ the woman was already up before Victor turned his face back. ‘Pat!’ she shouted as she made her way into the kitchen. ‘Don’t you know you’re keeping the young man waiting?’
Her voice vanished as she disappeared and for once Victor was left alone in the living room. He took a moment to look round the walls of the living room again. He could see the wedding pictures of Patricia’s parent and also a family picture by the side. An old wall clock was positioned up above the flat screen TV close to the ceiling.
‘Victor, what do you think about my parents?’ Patricia said as she walked in from behind with a tray and a pack of juice in it.
‘They are wonderful people,’ Victor said, turning back to look at her. His eyes followed as she walked to the footstool and placed the tray on it and then carried everything to his front.
‘Thank you,’ he said.
‘You’re welcome,’ she replied with a smile and squatted beside the stool to open the fruit juice, she poured some into the cup for him. ‘You’ll like it, it’s cold.’ she said as she got up to her feet.
‘Thank you,’ he took the glass cup and took the first sip. He dropped the cup and relaxed his back. Patricia was now seated on the left side arm of his chair and her right hand placed on top of the backrest. ‘Pat,’ he changed into a serious tone and turned to her. ‘But why did you…’
His statement couldn’t be completed as she pulled him forward with his collar and covered his lips with hers. He felt powerless for that moment and couldn’t resist the kiss. She placed her arm on his head and pulled him closer.
‘Pat! Food is ready now, come and serve.’
They quickly broke away as they heard the voice of her mother approaching. Patricia got up and turned towards the kitchen immediately.
‘Victor, hope you’re enjoying yourself?’ the woman asked as she came in view.
‘Yes, thank you ma.’ Victor replied and quickly went for the cup of juice again, grateful that the woman did catch him smooching her daughter.
55 minutes later
‘I was thinking I would meet your sister today,’ Patricia said as they drove down the road. Victor was in the driver’s seat and she was at the passenger’s.
Victor gave a chuckle, ‘She’s not the kind of person that likes meeting people, except for business reasons.’
‘She seems kind of weird to me,’ Patricia said, bending her lips in a funny way.
‘People say that often,’ Victor nodded.
‘So why haven’t you moved into your own apartment since you have one?’
‘There has really been no reason to, and I also don’t want it to sound like I’m an ungrateful person, so I have to take it slowly.’
‘Okay… So, do you have foodstuffs in your house there?’
‘Ermmm… Yes, I stocked the place with some…’
‘You didn’t order from us?’ she cut in.
‘No, I did. EasyShoppers sent another of their delivery men.’
‘Okay, but you should order through me next time’
‘It’s okay ma, correction taken ma.’ he said and both of them laughed briefly. ‘But I hope you’re not planning to cook again when we get there?’
‘Why shouldn’t I cook?’ she raised a brow.
‘We just had lunch,’ he stared at her with his eyes wide open.
‘Yes, that’s lunch. Won’t we have dinner?’
‘Dinner? Isn’t it too early to think of dinner?’
‘Early? It’s not,’ she argued.
‘I think you shouldn’t bother about cooking, we could just get something to eat from an eatery close by before I drive you back home.’
‘No, I’ll cook.’ She insisted. ‘In fact, we have to stop by at the mall in front. I’m sure you don’t have the food items for the meal I’ll like to prepare.’
Victor shook his head and blew out breath from his mouth. He knew he couldn’t convince her to stop. It took them three minutes to get to the mall and she stepped out after Victor stopped the car in the parking space.
‘What exactly do you want to buy?’ Victor asked as he stepped out from the other side.
‘You don’t need to follow me,’ she said and began climb up the verandah of the mall.
‘So you think I’ll sit and wait for you in the car?’ he asked after leveling up with her.
‘I won’t stay long in there, that’s why I asked you to wait.’ she replied.
‘It doesn’t matter how long you want to stay,’ Victor said to her. He got distracted as his phone began to ring. He took it out from his pocket and checked the caller, a serious look appeared on his face as he stopped to answer the call. ‘Boss.’
‘I’m in the compound of the mall, my car is parked at the other side. Come meet me there briefly.’ Tarasha’s voice sounded through the speaker.
His heart began to beat faster as he turned back and looked towards the parking space at the opposite side to locate her car.
‘Ain’t you coming with me anymore?’ Patricia stopped to ask as she was about going in through the door.
He took the phone away from his ear to whisper to Patricia. ‘I’ll meet you.’ He put the phone back to his ear. ‘I’ve seen your car boss, I’m coming there.’
Patricia watched him for some seconds before entering the mall.
Chapter 12 part 11
‘Good afternoon boss,’ Cole greeted and stood beside the door.
‘Get inside the car,’ she replied with a firm tone, also signaling with her head.
Cole turned to the other side and entered into the right front seat. Tarasha’s gaze lingered at the entrance through which Patricia entered the mall for some seconds before she turned to Cole.
‘I was just returning from Olusegun Obasanjo way and I saw your car driving into this place. I have a task for you and this is the best time to tell you.’ she said and turned to look at the back seat. She took off the face cap on her head and hung it on her right knee, then she stretched forth to the backseat and picked a brown paper file from there. ‘Here, take this and open it.’
Cole opened the file and took out the only A4 sized paper in it. Drawn on the paper was a table of seventeen rows and five columns. The first column contained the serial number, the next was titled ‘Name of drugs’, the third ‘Pharmaceutical Industry’s, fourth ‘Country of origin’ and the last column ‘Year of ban’.
‘The table contains the names of sixteen drugs which were banned by the World Health Agency between 2008 to 2015 but still found their way to Nigeria, and were used during those years. The drugs actually numbers more than a hundred but these sixteen drugs were the most dangerous ones,’ Tarasha explained. ‘Do you know where the drug Agency headquarters is?’
‘Yes,’ Cole replied. ‘Olusegun Obasanjo way, Wuse… Is that where you are coming from?’
‘Yes, I went there to take a survey, to check how easy to gain access into the place will be.’
‘It’s quite easy and that’s why you’ll do the job for me tonight so that we can use the proofs we get as soon as possible. I’ll leave further instructions on how to go about it at the base for you. Now listen, here’s what I want you to do.’ she stopped and narrowed her gaze on his face. ‘You would retrieve from the drug Agency files the emails sent to them from the World Health Agency informing them of the ban of these sixteen drugs during those years, also retrieve their confirmation of receipts, make sure the names and signatures of the drug agency’s chairman and Health Ministers’ of the respective years appear on them.’
‘Boss, but do you have the key to their database?’ Cole asked after her explanation.
‘I’ll leave everything including the keys you need at the base for you,’ she replied.
Cole took in a breath and nodded gently. He put back the paper into the brown file neatly.
Tarasha’s gaze moved to the side mirror by left. She could see the image of the lady Cole had come to the mall with there. The lady had gotten back to Cole’s car with a nylon bag and was standing outside, looking towards the car they were seated in.
‘That girl, who is she?’ Tarasha asked.
Cole raised his brows and squinted, he had been expecting the question. His second phone began to ring at the same time, he checked the screen , Patricia was calling. He looked back briefly and saw her standing beside the boot of his car and looking towards their direction.
‘Boss, she’s my girlfriend.’ Cole replied. He silenced his ringing phone and covered the screen with his palm.
There was silence for a while. Tarasha stared straight through the front window thoughtfully. She had no reason to come into Cole’s personal life. He was her employee and he was doing his job efficiently. She couldn’t tell him what to do with his life as far as it doesn’t affect his job with her.
‘My flight to Lagos is by 6pm. As I said, I was about calling you to meet me at the base when I saw you driving into this place. I want you to ensure that the Doctor at the base is being monitored and that the communication lines with me is kept open at all times.’
‘Okay boss. How long are you staying in Lagos?’
‘I plan to stay till tomorrow only but it could extend to next tomorrow if the need arises,’ Tarasha said and took a glance at her wristwatch. ‘I have to get my bag from the base now, Henry would drive with me to the airport,’ she stopped as she looked at the side mirror again. She could see Patricia already walking towards their direction. ‘You have to go now, your girlfriend is coming here already. Be careful.’
Tarasha put her cap back on and switched on the car engine immediately.
‘Okay boss,’ Cole said and got out of the car immediately.
‘Baby, I’m sorry.’ he apologized as he approached Patricia.
‘What are you doing there?’ Patricia said, still walking forward with her eyes on the car which Victor had come out from.
‘Nothing really, that was a friend of my sister, she asked me to take this home.’ He answered, displaying the envelope in his hands to her.
‘What’s that?’ she said, with her eyes still fixed on the car which was already driving out of the parking space. She still tried to continue going forward as they met but Victor held her by the wrists on the two hands.
‘Nothing important,’ he replied.
Her eyes followed the car as it drove off. ‘Who’s she?’ she asked, her gaze finally settling on Victor. She had watched his expression when he received the call earlier and also saw him walking towards the car direction but she thought he was only going to answer the call where she wouldn’t hear his conversation.
‘Like I said, she’s a family friend, she gave me something to give to Kimberly.’ Victor answered, now looking at Tarasha’a car which was now at the gate. He knew Patricia had seen that the person driving was a lady but he was sure she couldn’t have seen the face because of the cap Tarasha had on.
‘How did she know you were here?’
‘She came to shop here too and happened to see us driving in when she was walking to her car,’ Victor lied.
‘Okay,’ Patricia said and Roorkee to him, she faked on a smile and looked into his eyes. She rubbed his chest briefly with her palm. ‘Let’s go home.’
‘Yeah, let’s go.’
The held each other’s hand and walked back to Victor’s car. The bag Patricia had gotten from the mall was still on the boot.
‘Sorry, how did you pay for the things you bought?’ Victor asked as he saw the nylon bag.
‘Don’t worry about that,’ she replied and picked the bag from the boot. Both of them split ways, Victor to the driver’s side while she to the right hand side.
‘You can’t tell me not to worry, I should have given you my credit card when you were going in.’
‘I have enough money to pay and I’ve paid for it already.’
They both continued their argument on who should have paid as they got into the car. Soon they were on the road, driving to Cole’s new apartment.
‘Ensure that the Doctor does not have access to a phone, he shouldn’t reach any of his family members until I return.’ Tarasha said to Henry who just drove her into the airport.
‘I’ve heard you already and I’ll see to it.’ Henry replied.
‘Thank you,’ she said and took off her seatbelt. She leaned closer to him and placed a kiss on his lips before opening the door. She stepped out and strapped on her backpack. ‘Take care,’ she said before closing the door.
He watched her walk away in silence. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath after she walked into airport check-in. He prayed in his mind that she would not come across a similar situation to the case of Anambra.
He reversed out of the parking lot and turned into the roadway. He continued towards the gate, pondering on the tasks Tarasha had given for him to accomplish before she returned. The tasks were not tedious but necessary for the success of their coming operations and he also needed to get them done so as to avoid her changing her mind again about killing their targets with her own hands.
Victor and Patricia kissed each other like hungry lions. They had just entered into the living room of the house but couldn’t hold themselves to get into the bedroom before satisfying their urge for each other.
Patricia had started it, wrapping her hands around Victor’s neck immediately after he closed the door. He in turn lifted her up slightly and pressed her b—–s against his chest. They continued with the kiss as they moved to the centre of the living room.
Patricia broke away from the kiss and dragged Victor by hand to the couch, she pushed him to sit on the sofa. She placed her knees each by both sides and made her bum rest on his knees. Her fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt as her lips located his again. His hands also located the zip at the back of her blouse.
Twenty five minutes later, both laid unclad and tired on each other in the three seater sofa, their clothes scattered in different directions in the living room.
The sound of Victor’s ringing phone brought them back to reality.
‘I got to pick this,’ Victor said as he tried to lift her away from his body. He recognized the ringtone, it was the one assigned to his boss and colleagues.
‘Oh! Can’t you just leave it for now?’ she resisted and covered his mouth with hers again, rendering him temporarily powerless. He fell back on the chair and responded to her kisses. The kisses stopped after a minute and Patricia laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his hands around her and closed his eyes.
Her gaze fell on the brown envelope which Victor had kept on the centre table. She began to think of the best way to gain access to the content of the envelope before leaving the place.
She could hear feel and hear his breathing as his belly gently rose and fell, she felt disgusted at every sound of it and even on imagining his body still wrapped around hers. But this was the stage where she always had her men under control, she knew what they could do to get her laid and what she could do to them after it.
Victor’s phone began to ring again and this time, he lifted her up quickly before she could overpower him. He searched around for his trouser and quickly located it. He took out the phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen before answering the call. The caller was Henry.
‘When are you coming back to the base bro?’ Henry asked.
‘Henry, I may come very late but I’ll surely come back this night,’ Victor replied.
‘I thought the boss had an assignment for you.’
‘Yes and that’s why I’m coming, I would have loved to stay here till morning.’
‘Try come earlier bro, she asked me to show you some of the details you need for the task.’
‘It’s okay, I’ll try my best to get there as early as possible.’ he replied.
The call ended and Victor heaved a sigh. He stared at Patricia who was already picking up her clothes. He tried to stretch his body to check if he still had enough strength for the boss’ task that night. He realized that he would need to inject himself some drugs if he didn’t want to mess up.
Patricia still glanced at the brown file as she picked her clothes. She had heard Victor talking about returning late that night. She wished that they had agreed to sleep over that night. She would have been able to go ahead with her plan of putting the sedative in his food and would be able to check the content of the brown file and even hack into his two phones before the next morning. Now, she couldn’t put him to sleep because he’ll surely know that she drugged him if he suddenly slept off when he didn’t plan to sleep overnight there.
‘Which hotel did you say you’d like madam?’ the cab driver asked again.
‘Take me to any good one around this area,’ Tarasha replied.
‘There are plenty good ones o, it all depends on your money.’
‘Just take me to the closest one, forget about the money.’
Tarasha took out her phone again and opened the notepad application. She copied the Drug Agency’s Lagos address which she had jotted there and pasted it in another application to check the distance from where she was now. It was 29.9km and approximately 1 hour 9 minutes drive through the Apapa Oworonshoki Expressway.
‘Driver, can you take me to “Bar-deer”?’ Tarasha asked, missing the pronunciation of the location name ‘Badia’.
‘Badia ma?’ the driver asked to be sure, pronouncing the word correctly.
‘Yes, I think so. NAFDAC’s office is located there,’ Tarasha replied.
‘No ma’am, our cabs don’t go that far and I don’t even know the routes to the place very well. I just started this taxi business,’ the driver replied.
‘Okay, thank you. Just take me to an hotel. I’ll use Uber services to get to Badia,’ Tarasha replied, still mispronouncing the name of the place.
She cleared all the apps running on her phone and opened her gallery to check Nnamdi Okafor’s picture which she had downloaded on her phone. She remembered how he died as her first victim in Chief Gab’s main task. She had thought he was just a victim, not knowing that he was also reaping the harvest for his bad works.
She checked the time and calculated the duration of time she would use in the two locations she planned to visit. She had it well planned out and would not need up to twenty four hours to complete her mission there except something unexpected came up.
Cole’s Residence, Abuja .
‘Men… You’re such a good cook too,’ Victor said as he swallowed the last mold of semovita.
‘Thank you,’ Patricia smiled back at him. She watched him as he took out the meat from the plate of ugu and egusi soup and tore it with his teeth. She smiled and did the same with the meat in her plate.
Both of them were distracted from the beautiful moment by the sound of a ringing phone. It was Patricia’s phone, she hissed as she heard the sound.
‘That must be my mum,’ she said with a sigh.
‘I guess it’s already time you should be home.’
‘I’ll drive you home once we finish the meal,’ Victor offered.
‘No, you’re going to have to take your bath first before we leave this place.’ she retorted.
‘Take my bath?’ Victor looked at himself. To him, there was nothing dirty about him.
‘Yes, I called you to come in when I was taking mine but you were too busy with your tablet device.’ she said.
‘That’s true,’ he remembered her calling him to join her in the bathroom but he was busy then studying the drug Agency building. ‘But, I still have to drop you first, I can have my bath when I get home.’
‘No, no, no,’ she said and folded her lips in. ‘I won’t let you drop me without having your bath.’
‘Must you always be this stubborn?’ he asked jovially.
‘Yes, especially when it’s about the right things.’
He shook his head and chuckled. ‘I’m going to have my bath now, but would you like to come with me?’
‘Come with you to unclothe you or flight you to wash well’ she asked and laughed. He joined in the laughter. ‘I’m not having another bath, it’s your punishment for not answering me when I called you.’
‘Okay, let me just go already.’ Victor said and got to his feet, still munching the piece of meat in his mouth.
‘I’ll clean the dishes while you get ready,’ she said and began to pack the plates on the dining table as she watched him go into the room. She stopped with the plates after he walked out of sight. She proceeded towards the room to ensure that he was already in.
She returned to the living room quickly and headed straight to the centre table where the document was. She held it and positioned herself in the three seater whose back was turned to the path of the room so that she could quickly hide it if for any reason he comes out unexpectedly. She also held her phone which was previously ringing closer.
She opened the brown file and took out the paper in it carefully. She unfolded it and scanned through the content. At first, she didn’t understand what it was until she took her time to go through it. Then, she took a shot of the paper with her phone before folding it back into the envelope neatly.
A message entered her phone as she walked back to the dining. She unlocked the phone, the message had popped up on the screen. It was from Dave and it read; ‘I’m in town.’
Jumoke trudged through the passage of the house with her bag which seemed heavier than it should be in her left hand. She had a stressful day at work as there happened to be more than five emergencies in just one hour of that day.
She managed to pick out the keys to the door from her bag and inserted it into the keyhole. It opened as she turned it, easier than it should have but she was too tired to notice. She pushed the door in and stepped inside. The house was dark and hot, the curtains were all closed. She closed the door and reached for the bulb switch. She turned on the bulb and turned to meet a surprise.
‘Hi,’ Tarasha said and made a smirk. She was seated on top of the backrest of the three seater sofa and her feet was placed on the seat cushion. She was dressed on a white top and black shining trouser, her jacket which she took off because of the heat laid beside where she sat. She was fondling a pistol in her hands.
Jumoke froze on the spot. Even though she didn’t recognize immediately who her guest was, she knew she was in trouble. Her legs vibrated on the spot and her bladder suddenly became full.
‘Don’t be scared, I’m supposed to be your friend. Or have you done anything wrong?’
Now Jumoke recognized her, both her face and her voice. The change in hairstyle had been the cause for her not recognizing immediately.
‘You helped me some months ago, and now I’ve come to pay you fully.’ Tarasha said and jumped down from the chair.
Jumoke’s heartbeat faster than normal. She knew she was staring death in the face and didn’t know what to do to save herself.
‘I left you alive because you were good to me but I’m here to kill you now because you decided to sell me out even after I warned you,’ Tarasha said as she stepped closer to her slowly.
She stopped at Jumoke’s front and placed the gun on the nurse’s lips. Now, Jumoke’s whole body was vibrating. Tarasha dragged the gun down from the lips through her neck and stopped in between her b—–s. Then she hit the nurse’s face with her backhand suddenly, making the nurse crash into the television behind.
She followed and dragged her up with the collar from the shattered parts of the television and disks on the floor. She left her for a moment and proceeded to door to lock it. Then, she pulled the nurse along and pushed her to the sofa.
‘Now, look at me.’ Tarasha said, pointing the gun at her. She placed her feet on the centre table and supported the arm with the gun on it. ‘Where can I find him?’
Jumoke’s face was soaked with tears already. Her back head had hit the television and it hurt so much that her head had become so heavy for her body.
‘Where can I find him?’ Tarasha asked again, this time in an impatient tone.
Jumoke managed to voice out something amidst her tears but it was inaudible.
‘Look here, I’m not joking with you.’ Tarasha warned. ‘I don’t want to repeat any question again.’
Jumoke sniffed in and managed to stop sobbing, her nose was running already. ‘He stays in Abuja, but I don’t know where exactly.’ she repeated the same thing she said earlier which wasn’t audible.
‘What’s his name?’
‘You told him about my Bank transaction with you?’
‘What else did you tell him?’
‘How I found you that night and your warning to me,’ she said in a teary voice and sniffed in again.
Tarasha smirked, ‘How did he find you?’
‘He’s my boyfriend.’
‘Your… Boyfriend?’ Tarasha widened her eyes and released a deep breath. She put her leg down from the table.’So what does your boyfriend do? Where does he work?’
‘He’s a journalist, he works with Desert Reporters.’
‘Yes,’ Jumoke nodded like a frightened baby.
A knock was heard at the door.
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chapter 12 part 12
‘Are you expecting someone?’ Tarasha asked, taking a brief glance back at the door.
Jumoke shook her head in negative, folding her lips in to avoid making any sound.
‘Okay, talk to the person,’ Tarasha ordered her in whispers.
Jumoke sniffed in again and managed to clear her throat. ‘Who’s it?’ she shouted at the person at the door.
‘Aunty Nurse, hope everything dey okay, we dey hear noise from your room.’
Jumoke stared at Tarasha face for a moment. She would have loved to shout that moment and tell everyone she was in trouble but she knew that would take away all her hopes of remaining alive. She had heard of Samantha’s ‘exploits’ and even seen on the news the recent one at Anambra state, so she knew there was no one around who could save her except Samantha decides to leave her alive.
‘No wahala, thank you Bros.’ she replied and sniffed in.
‘You dey sure, Nurse?’
‘Yes, thank you, I go see you later.’ she replied.
Tarasha waited some seconds for the person who knocked to leave totally before she continued.
‘You said your boyfriend works with Desert Reporters?’
‘In which of their offices does he work?’
‘In Abuja?’ Tarasha widened her eyes.
‘Yes,’ Jumoke confirmed.
Tarasha had been thinking he was following her from a distance not knowing he was very close to her.
‘Do you know where he stays in Abuja?’
‘No, I don’t know.’
Tarasha stared at her thinly for a while, trying to access if she was speaking the truth or not.
‘Do you know I’ll kill you if you lie to me,’ she threatened.
‘I…don’t know… He only told me he stays in Abuja,’ Jumoke replied in a shaky voice.
‘He told you…’ Tarasha muttered to herself. She realized that Jumoke was not the Agent’s real girlfriend, but only a tool in the agent’s hand and maybe a sex partner for the agent whenever he visited Lagos. There was really no need to keep Jumoke alive again because she knew nothing else apart from what the Agent had fed her. ‘Since when has he been following me?’
Jumoke tried to keep quiet for a moment but Tarasha raised gun on seeing her hesitation.
‘I don’t know how long for certain but he was also around when you came to the hospital to drop those people,’ she quickly spoke on seeing the gun point directly to her eyes.
‘So he knew I was here with you that night?’
‘I didn’t tell him that until last week.’
‘What day last week?’
‘Uhm… Not last week, last two weeks. I think it’s on Wed…nesday,’ Jumoke said.
‘You told him you treated me and what else?’
‘That you sent money to me as a repayment for the things I had to buy.’
Tarasha took some seconds to process the information in her mind. That was exactly it. It was how Agent Dave got to get her card details and trace her recent transactions with it.
‘Was he at the hospital when I came to drop those people?’
‘No, he wasn’t. He came the next morning.’
‘And what did he come to do?’
‘He came asking about you. He said he was given an assignment to write about you and he wanted to know all but the police changed the story that you were a member of the force and he couldn’t do anything since he wasn’t a witness.’
‘How long did he stay during that period?’
‘He didn’t stay up to a week,’ she replied.
‘And you never saw him in the hospital again?’
‘After he left, he hasn’t been in the hospital again.’
‘I mean during his stay for that week, was it only once he came to the hospital?’
‘No, he hid himself in our premises for some days.’
‘And what was he doing there?’
Jumoke sniffed in again. ‘He tried to find out the truth from the patients you brought in, he checked on all five of them.’
‘You guys allowed him?’
‘No, he sneaked into their wards occasionally.’
‘How?’ Tarasha narrowed her gaze at Jumoke’s face.
‘I helped him, he always walked around in a doctor’s suit.’
‘You helped him? That was before you met me?’
‘And which of the patients told him the truth?’
‘He was only able to speak to one of them, he only placed recorders in the wards of the others.’
‘Which of them did he speak to?’
Tarasha paused for a while to recall the girl’s face. She could recall again Stephanie’s screams and her struggles under the rapist and that frightful look on her (Stephanie’s) face after she killed the man trying to molest her.
‘According to the report, Stephanie George lost her memory, was that true?’
‘No, it wasn’t. The police tried to induce memory loss into her but he changed the ampoule containing the mixture from the lab.’
‘Who changed it?’
‘My boyfriend, Dave.’ Jumoke replied, her voice still shaky and her look frightful.
‘So it means Stephanie still remembers everything that happened?’
‘Yes, she does. Dave made her agree to pretend.’
Tarasha stopped to think again. If Dave had asked Stephanie for information about her, the girl would have only told him about their encounter that night as there was nothing else she knew. But it was possible for Stephanie to still be in contact with the Agent. She considered the situation careful for some more seconds. Stephanie George would be more useful than Jumoke, that because, Stephanie was kind of well known in her school and had been made more popular due to her encounter with Samantha Osman but Jumoke was just a nurse whom the secret agent had used to fulfill his purpose, Tarasha was sure that the Agent had no feelings for her.
She raised her gun and pointed it straight at her forehead. ‘Did you see note I write wrote to you before leaving here that morning?’
‘Ye…ss..ss, I saw it.’ Jumoke trembled with her whole body vibrating. Her knees were on the seat now and her bum resting on the back of her ankle.
‘I also warned you when I sent the money not to let anyone else know but you refused,’ Tarasha said and gave a brief chuckle. ‘I left you alive because I thought you were a good girl but you proved otherwise… And do you know you’ve been a fool? The man you called your boyfriend isn’t a journalist, he is a secret agent of the SSS and he traced me to Anambra with the payment information you gave to him.’
Jumoke’s eyes widened in shock at the revelation. It instantly made more sense to her why Dave always returned free from the police and the source of the bullet wounds she had treated got him.
‘Agent David James has taken you for a fool, but I’m going to help you end your foolish life.’
Tarasha raised her brow and tilted her head leftwards a little. She cocked the gun.
‘Are you coming to the office today?’ Lizzy typed into the chat box.
‘Yes, I’m on the way already. Dan is driving.’ the reply from Dave entered almost immediately. ‘We’ve got a lot of reports to write at the office this morning, so I may not be able to see you until noon.’
‘I’m also leaving the office in some minutes. I got some thing from Victor last night.’ she typed in and sent. She exited the app and opened her pictures gallery where she located the photo of the document she took the last night. She marked it and forwarded it to the messaging app.
‘What did you get?’ Dave’s message had already entered before she sent the picture.
‘It’s a list of drugs, I don’t know what it’s all about. He got it from a lady when we stopped at the mall yesterday afternoon to get some food items.’ Lizzy sent.
‘Which lady gave it to him?’
‘I don’t know her but I think he was being traced all the while we were together.’
‘Did you see the lady’s face properly?’
‘I didn’t see her face at all, she was far from me and was even putting on a face cap.’
‘A face cap? Black one?’
‘Yes, a black one.’
‘Samantha was dressed the same way at the hotel that day but we can’t say if she was the one you saw.’
‘Just check the pictures and see what you can make out,’ Lizzy sent.
‘Okay, thanks. I’ll call you later today.’
Lizzy dropped the phone on the table after the chat ended and continued to arrange the rest of the makeup kits into her bag.
‘The Chairman may get mad at us if we run late,’ Dan said to Dave, after taking a glance at his wristwatch.
‘I know, but what can we do now?’ Dave replied back and folded his arms.
There was an unusual traffic jam along the way that morning. From the look of things, they could guess the reason of the delay to be a malfunctioning of the traffic signs. Dave and Dan had an appointment with the NIS chairman that morning.
‘I think we should call him now and tell him we’re stuck in a traffic jam right away,’ Dan suggested.
‘Do you think that’ll make anything better?’ Dave sounded pessimistic, even though he still took out his phone.
‘Just try and let’s hear what his response would be,’ Dan replied.
A call came through just as Dave was about to dial the Chairman’s number, the caller ID displayed was Jumoke. He answered the call and placed it close to his ear.
‘Good morning Jummy.’
‘Good morning, is this Mr David?’ a strange male voice spoke.
‘Yes. Is there any problem? Where is Jumoke?’
‘Where are you? You’re needed right away at the Lagos State General Hospital.’
‘I copied eleven messages from the archives, each one carrying the names and full signatures of the persons involved.’ Cole typed on the computer keyboard and tapped the enter key. He minimized the app with the use of the mouse and opened a picture folder, he selected three pictures and renamed them one after the other.
The computer speaker beeped while he was still renaming, Tarasha had replied.
‘Send me all of them, everything in a word document but each one starting on a new page.’
‘I would do that now boss, but while I’m at it, here is Henry’s work last night.’ he typed in and sent first before clicking on the attachment button, he selected the three pictures he renamed from the picture folder and sent it to her. ‘Henry got their full details and location, we can begin work on them as soon as possible.’ he sent and minimized the chatting application again
He navigated with his mouse to “My Computer” on the desktop and clicked on it, then he selected the removable disk A from the opened window. A beep sound came from the speaker again but Cole continued with what he was doing. He opened a txt document from the removable disk and then opened the Microsoft office word 2030 from the start icon. He copied the messages from the txt document into word and spaced them just like Tarasha asked him to do. He saved the new document to the desktop with the name ‘NAFDAC’ and then maximized the chat application again.
‘Do you know any of those in these pictures before?’ Tarasha had sent to him.
‘Yes, I had always known of Vivy the girl and the first son James, but I never heard of the middle one even though I knew they were three.’ he sent in reply. He continued to type after sending, the messenger also indicated that she was typing. ‘I’m attaching the word document now, I couldn’t fix in the signatures yet.’ he sent his message before she could finish typing.
‘Okay, I’m sure you know we would place more focus on James.’ her message entered, just two seconds after his.
‘I know boss, but I suggest we use Vivy too, James as a man would accept and handle it maturely and would be calmer due to the nature of his job but Vivy would get emotional, and because she’s a public person, I think she’d help us with our target more.’ Cole typed. Another message had entered from her before he finished typing.
‘We would fix the signatures after I select the useful ones.’ Cole read her reply before sending his message. He began to type again.
‘Are we sending to them in hard copy or soft copies?’ he asked.
‘Okay, we’d use the girl also.’ Tarasha’s message entered. Cole waited for her to reply his last question. ‘Both formats to make them know the seriousness, but we’d send the hard copies first and only use the soft copies as a reminder. I’ll personally deliver it to James and you’d get it to the girl.’
‘You have to show this document to Dr Martin after I verify and send back to you.’
‘Okay, the doctor has asked of you and said you promised to allow him speak with his family today.’
‘I’ll be back before evening, my flight is by 3pm.’
‘Oh!’ Cole typed and sent. He was surprised she had finished all she went to do so quickly.
‘Have you been able to reach her parents?’ Dave said into the phone. He stood by the boot of the car in the garage.
‘Yes, we’ve been able to reach them and her mother is here already.’ the receiver replied.
‘What’s her state now?’ Dave asked.
‘Well, it’s not something I can say on phone, you just have to be here.’
‘I’m in Abuja now, but I will try my best to get there tomorrow.’
‘Where are you going Dave?’ Dan’s voice sounded from the back.
‘Okay, thank you.’ Dave said into the phone before turning to Dan. ‘I have to be in Lagos briefly tomorrow.’
‘Lagos? For what?’
‘My girlfriend is in a critical condition at the hospital,’ Dave replied.
‘Your girlfriend? I never heard you talk about a girlfriend,’ Dan said as he walked to the driver’s side of the car.
‘That I never spoke about her doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist, does it?’
‘Well…’ Dan shrugged. He opened the car door. ‘So how do you plan to go about it? You are aware you can’t get permission to leave town anytime soon.’
‘I know, but I have to find a way about it.’
‘I’m sorry I can’t help you, I don’t want to get into trouble with the chairman again. Today’s trouble was enough,’ Dan said before entering into the car. Dave also walked to the front and got into the passenger’s side.
The Inspector General’s Residence.
Rex sat in front of the table, working on the computer system. The Inspector General sat somewhere far behind while Stainless sat close to his boss
‘The credit card has truly been destroyed,’ Rex turned away from the computer and faced the IG.
‘That means the report is true,’ the IG replied and wheeled himself forward.
‘But I’m finding it difficult to believe that the Agent doesn’t have an idea what Samantha planned to achieve in that state.’ Rex said thoughtfully, moving gently side to side with the swivel.
‘I don’t think he lied about that, he wouldn’t have returned soon if he knew her next plan.’
‘I need to know that Agent,’ Rex said and sprung up to his feet. He walked past the Inspector General towards the door.
‘Rex, I’m not going to allow you meet him.’ the IG turned back and shouted at him.
‘You don’t need to bother yourself, I know what to do.’ Rex said before stepping out of the room. He closed the door noiselessly.
‘Good day sir,’ Stainless’ voice brought Chief Rikau back to reality as he kept on staring at the door through which Rex left. He was still speechless as he watched Stainless also go out through the door. He hoped that Rex wasn’t planning to go looking for the secret Agent because it could cause troubles for him as the Inspector General.
‘So you made her lose her memory permanently?’ Henry questioned Tara. He sat at the edge of the bed in her room, Tarasha standing at the front, arranging and hanging some clothes in her wardrobe.
‘That was the only choice I had. The reason I didn’t kill her was because I promised you no death until it was really necessary.’
Henry let out a deep breath. ‘Well… I don’t know if I should say the permanent memory loss is really better than that.’
‘I think it is, she can start a new life without remembering something about me that’ll get her into trouble again or even make her eventually lose her mind.’ Tara replied, arranging a black jacket on a hanger.
‘Is there any possibility of her ever regaining her memory?’
‘There’s none,’ Tara stated blankly. ‘The liquid had enough time to circulate her body, no one discovered her until late in the morning.’
There was silence for the next thirty seconds.
Henry shrugged after trying to shake off the guilt he felt thinking about what happened to the girl Tara had to drug. He remembered that the same drug was used on him but he was lucky to be discovered before the mixture circulated his blood. ‘So, did you get enough information from her?’
‘Yes, I did get as much as she had. The secret agent only uses her for his works, she doesn’t really know much. But I got his mobile number from her,’ Tara replied.
‘That’s something tangible, so when are we going to work on the number?’
‘Monday morning after our first set of tasks are completed,’ she answered.
‘Monday is tomorrow.’
‘Yes, tomorrow.’ she replied and closed the wardrobe, she was done with arranging her clothes.
She turned towards him and placed her hands on her waist. She stared at him for a while. He also stared back at her. She was putting on a v-necked top on a black pencil jean shorts which stopped on her knees. Her uncombed hair made her look like a young tomboy.
‘Were you also able to extract everything we need from the drug agency’s office?’ Henry asked.
‘Yes, I got everything we need.’ she replied as she walked straight towards him. She climbed up the bed and on his legs with each knee placed by his sides.
‘Ermm… What are you doing?’ Henry asked, staring straight at her face as she firmly gripped his shoulders by a hand at each side.
‘Trying to get you to f…’ she stopped as she lacked the right word to use. She had wanted to use the f word but she knew it would be inappropriate for what she really wanted. She could feel his breath touching her chest through the open v-neck part. She pulled his head closer gently and covered his lips with hers.
She pushed him gently to the bed and their lips continued to work on each other. Henry grabbed her by the waist and pressed her body gently against his. She broke the kiss and raised her head, she unbuttoned his shirt slowly and began to use her lips on his chest hungrily. She pulled away again and tried to take off her top. Henry got to his knees and their lips covered as he tried to help her take off her own top.
The shirt was taken off and flung to the floor, leaving her with the bra covering her b—–s only. He was already taking off the bra from behind when she voiced out some words which killed the urge in him immediately.
Henry pulled back at once. A sudden feeling of guilt and weakness overwhelmed him at that moment. He began to think he was only about to fulfil his lust because of his inability to control his sexual urge. He moved away from her and stepped down from the bed.
‘What’s the matter?’ she stared at him with her eyes widened, disappointed and feeling angry. Her bra was already off halfway and she was seated on her heels.
‘I can’t do this,’ Henry said, shaking his head in an agitated manner. He buttoned up his shirt quickly and fixed his legs into his slippers.
‘What?’ she stared at him with so m annoyance in her eyes.
‘I don’t want to f*** you Tara, I want to make love to you.’ he said before walking to the door.
Tarasha remained in the same position, lost in thoughts. ‘F*** me hard,’ that was the phrase that dropped out of her mouth and made him pull away. It was the language she understood not ‘make love’. She realized she had never ‘made love’ to anyone, this would have been her first time, all she had ever done was to have sex with people to get something done or eventually kill the partner.
Chapter 13 part 1&2
April 28, 2031
EFX Studios, Asokoro Extension.
Reminiscing on the recent happenings in my life
I’m drifting wrong to right
Eliminating my strife
Is soul which I hold to
I’m told to let it go but it’s harder than they know through
I tried to make corrections by my own
But by natural selection my times got blown
I’ve grown wiser
A better analyzer
There ain’t a man that can pry my price…
‘Alright stop!’ the music producer ordered as he tapped the space bar on the keyboard. His head fell back tiredly and he let out a breath. He turned his swivel towards the recording boot. ‘Vivy, why don’t you allow us reduce the tempo of this beat a little?’ he asked, staring at her with a finger pressing against his lips.
She took off the listening headset and stepped away from the microphone. ‘Do you really think it’ll be better that way?’ her voice sounded low.
‘Yes, I’m very sure.’ the music producer answered confidently.
‘Okay, reduce it and play for me to listen.’
The door to the studio opened just as the music producer turned and held the mouse. He focused his gaze on the computer screen and refused to be distracted. Only after he finished reducing the tempo and tapped play he looked towards the door and noticed that the person who entered was a total stranger. The stranger was putting on a pull over which covered his head and still had a face cap under, he wore a jean trouser and hiphop shoes to compliment his dressing. A backpack was also strapped to his back.
He paused the music and squinted at the visitor who was looking around and proceeding towards him slowly. ‘Hello, please, didn’t anyone attend to you at the reception?’
The stranger just flashed a look at him and kept on moving closer, his eyes still searching everywhere in the studio. The stranger’s eyes finally located the transparent section of the boot and he saw the person he was looking for. She had a headset in her hands and her gaze was fixed on the music producer until she noticed his presence. Their eyes locked and the stranger let out a wry smile. Vivy’s gaze moved back to the producer, wondering why the beat was stopped.
‘Bros, na wetin you want?’ the music producer resorted to Nigerian pidgin English, thinking the stranger was one of those struggling but arrogant upcoming hip-hop artistes.
The stranger looked at him and smiled, he felt like taking out a gun and shooting the music producer for his loudness but he wasn’t permitted to kill anymore except it was indeed necessary. ‘I came to see her,’ he said to the music producer and then faced Vivy who stared at him with a confused look.
‘What’s happening Veniyx?’ Vivy asked, looking at the producer for an explanation.
The stranger located the entrance to the recording boot and began to proceed there.
‘Hey! Where the hell are you going to?’ Veniyx shouted at him and jumped out of his seat. He dashed towards him and tried to stop him from entering the boot.
The stranger twisted Veniyx’s hand and grabbed his neck as him tried to pull him by the shoulder. He opened the door to the boot and dragged the music producer into it with him. He pushed the producer to one side of the boot at the entrance after almost choking him to death, then he proceeded towards Vivy, slowly.
‘Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing?’
Cole stopped at her front and let out a smile. ‘Sorry you had to meet me this way Vivy, I’m a big fan of yours,’ Cole said and stretched his palm to her for an handshake.
She stared at his hand for a second and eyed him arrogantly, not making any move to accept his handshake.
‘Oh!’ Cole chuckled. He withdrew his hand and took off the backpack strapped to his back. He opened the zip and took out an office file. He strapped the backpack back to his back and then stretched the file to her. The music producer at the back continued to cough as he struggled to get on his feet.
She only took a glance at the file and stepped back. She stared him in the face and shook her head gently. Then she hung the headset of the microphone stand and attempted to walk away.
‘Get back here b****,’ Cole dragged her back and took out a gun from his back pocket. ‘Get back in,’ he pointed it at the music producer who was already trying to get out of the boot. He motioned for the producer to step back before turning back to terrified Vivy. He pointed the gun to her head. ‘Now, move this way.’ he said, pointing her to the side where he could see her and the music producer together.
She obeyed fearfully, raising her hands halfway up.
‘Now, have this.’ Cole stretched the file to her again and she received it from him this time. He took out a pen from the outer pocket of his backpack and gave it to her. ‘Now sign the first paper in the file,’ he barked at her and flashed the gun at the music producer who was now staring at the file, warning him to mind his business.
Vivy tried to read what document she was about to sign but couldn’t read much as the stranger barked at her to quickly sign it. All she knew was that she signed a confirmation of receipt, but couldn’t tell the receipt of what she was signing for.
‘Now, your thumb.’ Cole said as he brought out an inked pad and placed it open on his palm. She pressed her thumb gently on the pad and printed it on the space made for it on the paper she also signed.
Cole returned the pad and pen into his bag first and then took the paper she signed on from the file, there were still some other documents left there. He passed the paper to the music producer and asked him to fold it into four, still holding the gun to Vivy’s head.
‘The remaining documents there are for your Dad, you can deliver them to him if you like. But if you do not, I have proof that you received them already. Tell him it’s from Samantha Osman when you give it to him.’
Cole collected the folded paper from Veniyx and put it into his back pocket. He stepped back carefully until he got to the door. ‘I won’t hesitate to blow off your heads if you try to make any sound,’ he said before opening the door. He stepped out of the boot and locked the door from behind.
He proceeded back to the reception where he had tranquilized two receptionist and a visitor. He took out the tranquilizing pins from the victims’ bodies one after the other and stepped out of the place quickly before they recovered.
Back in the studio
After a minute, Veniyx began to struggle to get the door opened while Vivy began to check the documents in the file. There were about sixteen A4 papers stapled together in the file. The first one had a letter head of NOTD Pharmaceutical Limited and the letter was dated May 2, 2011. It was sent to a pharmaceutical company in Europe and it was a request for a specific quantity of drugs. She skipped the other parts of the letter and was about to flip to another page, but something in the complimentary close caught her attention. She saw father’s name and signature at the close. She scrolled up again to see the name of the pharmaceutical company. She was confused. She never knew her father to work in or own such a company. It was that same period her father served as the Deputy Governor of their state of residence. She opened to the next page and there was a letter from the World Health Agency to the Nigerian Drugs Agency, informing them about the ban of the drug that was requested in the first letter. She closed the file for a moment and stared in confusion.
‘Do…do you have your phone with you?’ Veniyx who was still struggling with the door asked. Vivy stood frozen to a spot, she was totally absent minded. ‘Vivy!’ Veniyx shouted.
She flashed a quick look at him, her face still dim in confusion.
‘I left my phone outside, can you make a call with your phone to your driver outside to come help us with this door?’ Veniyx asked.
Vivy turned back to search for her phone which she was reading her lyrics from before the stranger entered. She picked it from where it was hung and handed to to Veniyx to make the call.
‘I don’t know your driver’s number,’ Veniyx complained.
‘Search for Toba,’ she said with a quick glance at him and then stared blankly at the wall again. She opened the file again and checked the date on the first letter for a second time, she compared the date on the second letter.
Aguda House, Aso Rock.
The Vice President stepped out of the house, flanged by the minister of housing and the minister of works. His Security officials followed behind at a slower pace as the government officials all turned towards the car park.
‘If they are not responding as they should, why don’t we assign the project to indigenous engineers?’ the Vice President asked the Minister of works who was at his left side as they continued on their way to the car park.
‘Sir, we won’t get as much as we want if we award the contract to indigenous guys, they could be easily monitored by the law enforcement agencies in charge.’ the Minister replied.
‘Uhmn… Even though we should consider that,’ the Vice President stopped to think but couldn’t find words to continue. The phone in his pocket began to ring, he balanced a hand on his walking stick and took out the phone with the other. His injured leg was getting better and the walking stick was becoming more for fashion.
‘Good morning, my campaign manager.’ The Vice President answered the call and hailed his caller in a cheerful tone.
‘Good morning sir,’ the caller replied in the same cheerful tone. ‘The first set of slides for the campaign and are up already, I ensured that they were raised at the same time across the thirty six States.’
‘Good work, I…’
‘Dad!’ A very loud voice interrupted the Vice President’s phone call. The three men standing close to the flowers and the Vice President’s assistants at the back all turned to the speaker. ‘Dad, you have to explain this right away.’ Vivy charged angrily towards them. She stopped in front of the front of the Vice President and stretched the office file to him. She dragged her long braided hair which was falling to the front backwards and then placed the hand on her waist, chewing the gum in her mouth so fast and noisily.
‘Please, let me call back later.’ Chief Elvis said before ending the call. He looked at her in silence from head to toe. She was dressed in an armless top which was almost showing everything on her chest and a tight shorts which stopped middle of her thighs, not too different from a bumshort. She also had a long necklace hanging from her neck.
‘Vivy, is anything the matter?’ the Vice President asked her, surprised at her attitude and disrespect shown to his guests.
‘Dad, take this and explain!’ she said still pushing the file to him and chewing the gum.
The Vice President took a look at the office file and then glanced briefly at his guests. He took in a breath and folded his lips in.
‘Vivian, you are disrespecting me in front of my guests.’ he scolded her without taking the file.
For a second, Vivy glanced at the faces of the men beside her father like she was just seeing them. Then she placed her gaze back on her father’s face. ‘Dad, I need an explanation for this.’ she insisted.
‘I’m sorry gentlemen,’ the Vice President stepped forward and apologized to his guests. ‘I’ll be back in a moment,’ he said and pulled Vivy by the arm with him.
‘Vivian, what is wrong with you?’ the Vice President asked after they got up to the balcony of the house, out of earshot of the guests. ‘Why did you chose to embarrass me in the presence of my guests that way? What has come over you?’ the man shouted angrily.
‘You Dad! You are the problem,’ Vivy shouted back. ‘I never knew you were involved in shipping and Importing of illegal and fake drugs into the country.’
The man was taken aback. His mouth was left agape at her accusation, a confused look appeared on his face.
‘I’ve been going everywhere representing NGOs and acting as an ambassador for organizations that discourage the use of fake drugs not knowing that my father is one of those who import these bad products into the country in large quantities.’
‘Shut up Vivian! Shut up!’ the man shouted at her. ‘What are you talking about and who’s feeding you with these stupid lies.’
‘Dad, stop lying to me, you know these aren’t lies.’
‘I said shut up young lady! How can you come here and make such demeaning accusations against your father?’
‘Here Dad, have it,’ she said, stretching forth the file to him again. ‘Please explain what this document means.’
The man collected the file from her reluctantly and opened it. He wanted to rush through the first page but couldn’t as something there looked familiar. The expression on his face deepened as he read down.
‘Vivy, we have to talk about this inside.’ he said after seeing the contents of the first page. He looked around briefly to see if anyone was close and listening to them before he tried to hold her hand.
‘No, leave me Dad. I want the explanation right here and now,’ she refused.
‘Come in with me Vivian, these things you brought are sensitive issues but they are all false.’ The Vice President tried to convince her.
‘Dad, you’ve only read the first page and you say everything is false. How did you know what is contained in the other fifteen pages?’ Vivy asked and folded her arms across her chest.
‘Look here Vivian, I know that this is fake. It’s the plot of my enemies and I know how desperate they can go to pull me down.’ the man replied. ‘Come, let’s go in.’ He tried to pull her in again.
‘No Dad, you’re going to make whatever explanations you have to make here.’ Vivy remained adamant.
‘Vivian, what the hell is wrong with you? Why have you made yourself so gullible? And you chose to believe another person’s report against mine,’ the man shouted in an angry tone. ‘The elections are drawing near and since I declared my interest to contest, my enemies have been out to do everything to make sure I fail. How can you allow yourself to be deceived by the tricks and tactics?’
Vivy remained silent, staring blankly away from his face but still unconvinced of her father’s innocence.
‘Let’s go in,’ he pulled her by the hand again and she didn’t resist this time.
She followed him to the living room where the man sat and took some minutes to go through the file.
‘These are all lies and fake, someone is trying to frame me up. Their purpose is to give me a bad name before the election,’ he said after closing the file. Vivy who remained standing in front of him only took a glance at his face and looked away again, still unconvinced. ‘Where did you find this?’
Vivy glanced at his face again and they looked away. ‘Someone brought it to me while I was recording in the studio this morning,’ she answered.
‘Who is the person who brought it to you?’
‘A guy, he said he was from Samantha Osman.’
Fear surged through the man’s veins at the mention of Samantha’s name. His, teeth vibrated in his mouth and his whole body trembled for some seconds.
‘No,’ he said and got up to his feet, trying to put himself under control. ‘It is evident that the opposition is at work,’ he said facing the wall behind as he rested his weight on the walking stick. ‘I always knew that Samantha Osman wasn’t just an assassin, she was sent by enemies of the state, a group of people who do not want the best for this country.’ the man said, still facing the wall. He stood well and hit his walking stick on the floor three times before he turned to his daughter. ‘Vivian, doesn’t it all make sense to you now? The attempt on my life by Samantha Osman was orchestrated by my enemies and when they found it impossible to kill me, they’ve decided to levy false accusations against me.’
Vivy stood still with her gaze on her father’s face, now she was getting confused by her father’s defence.
‘Dad, how can you explain your signatures, passports and even finger prints on some of these documents?’ she asked.
‘Look Vivy, all those things are false. They forged everything, you know who your father is, it’s easy to get my picture or passport anywhere. I was the commissioner of Police for four years in Lagos and the Deputy Governor for eight years. How can I now be involved in something I was brutally fighting against?’
Vivy became more confused and her body weak. She closed her eyes and took in a breath. Here was her father denying the allegation and giving sensible reasons why he couldn’t have been a part of the illegal business while the file spoke opposite about him. The file seemed to contain every proof that the man was definitely involved. Even the writing tone of some of the letters there was that of her father’s.
‘But Vivian, I must say that I’m very disappointed in you. How could you have ever considered this to be true? I expected that you should have stood up for me wherever this kind of allegation comes up and not join the enemies point accusing fingers.’
Now, Vivy was feeling guilty for not hearing her father out before believing the whole thing. She had put her own ambitions first. If her Dad was ever found to be guilty of the allegations, then her endorsement deal with the World Health Agency would be totally terminated and it cause a big blow to her music career.
‘I’m sorry sir, but this looks too real. This signature is yours, the writing tone is like yours and your passport photographs are even there. Even the names of your close friends, most of them who are late now are also included.’ Vivy apologized.
‘Look here Vivian, there’s nothing the enemy cannot do to harm me right and that is why they’ve decided to come through you first. They know that once they can cause distrust between my family, then they can successfully convince the world of these things I didn’t do.’ the man said and opened the file again. ‘You’ll have to do me a favour,’ he said, looking up at her face again. ‘Don’t mention a word to anyone about this yet and you also have to be careful henceforth, I suggest that you finish up with whatever you’re doing here as soon as possible and return to the States.’
‘Okay Dad, but what are we going to do about this? They may give out these false document to the public,’ Vivy said, now concerned for her father.
‘I’ll keep this with me,’ he said, closing the file. ‘I’ll get it to the Inspector General once I return from my outing with the ministers outside. You be careful’
Song Lyrics extracted from Anny Ft BOUQUI – Your Love
NIS UNDERGROUND FACILITY
‘How do you plan to go?’ Lizzy asked.
She was in the dressing room with Dave where both of them were discussing in low tones. Dave sat on a high stool while Lizzy sat in front of him on a lower chair with comfortable backrest.
‘The Chairman has got more eyes on me than I thought, I just kept meeting with different agents as I went out today.’ Dave replied.
‘Did they see you?’
‘Some did but acted like it was a coincidence.’
‘So, it means you’re not traveling to Lagos anymore?’
‘I can’t say for now, Dan isn’t helping matters too.’
‘You can’t blame him, his job is at risk and he also can face imprisonment for defying orders.’
There was silence for some seconds. ‘What about the picture I sent you yesterday, have you done anything about them?’
‘Yes, but I couldn’t do much. Yesterday was Sunday, I had to take a rest and visit the hospital after the meeting with the Chairman.’
‘So the Chairman fixed a meeting for you guys on a Sunday?’
‘Yes, it was quite urgent, so it is understandable.’
‘It’s odd though… So your work on that picture I sent to you; the list of drugs, have you gotten anything reasonable from it yet?’
‘No, not at all reasonable.’ Dave said and laughed briefly. Lizzy squinted at his face, wondering what the cause of his amusement was. ‘All those drugs in the that list, they were drugs which have been banned by the World Health Agency, I don’t really know what Samantha could be doing with it.’
‘Really strange and funny!’
The phone in Dave’s pocket began to ring and he stepped down from the stool to a take out the phone from his trouser pocket. He glanced at the phone’s screen as he positioned his bum back on the stool, the caller’s number was an unsaved one.
‘Hello,’ he said into the phone as he answered.
‘Hi Agent David James,’ a female’s voice sounded through the phone.
Dave was taken aback at the sound of his full name and Agent title. He took the phone away from his ears to check the screen again if his Truecaller app had identified the caller but it still had not.
‘Who’s this?’ he asked as he put the phone back close to his ear.
He didn’t hear anything else except for a giggle and the call ended.
He stared at the phone’s screen for some seconds after the call ended, hoping the caller would call again or that the application would reveal the identity of the caller but none of that happened.
‘Is there any problem?’ Lizzy asked.
‘No problem,’ Dave replied as he dialed back the number. The network service replied that the number was unreachable.
‘Are you sure there’s no problem?’ Lizzy asked again on seeing the troubled look on his face.
‘The person who called me right now referred to me as Agent David James,’ he said to Lizzy.
‘Uhmn… And how is that supposed to be a problem?’ Lizzy asked with a shrug.
‘I’m supposed to be a secret agent, no one should know I’m an agent.’
Lizzy chuckled, ‘Couldn’t it be one of our colleagues that called you?’
‘No, it isn’t. I’ve never given anybody in the Agency this number, it’s a temporary number I use for work.’
‘Are you sure you didn’t forget giving it to another agent?’
‘No, I can never make that mistake, it’s my temporary work line.’
‘So, how is it possible that someone knows you as an agent with it?’
Dave stared blankly at the wall. That was the question he also needed an answer to.
‘The location is untraceable, tightly secured.’ Henry said to Tarasha who sat beside him. Tarasha and Henry had switched seats, she was sitting on the one he used to seat and watch from when she was working and he was seating on hers.
‘Is it the location that’s untraceable or the device?’ Tarasha asked without looking up, still busy with the phone she had just used to make the phone call.
‘It’s the location right now, we can’t tell if the device itself is also secured.’ Henry replied.
‘I’ll be surprised if the device isn’t secured, it would mean it isn’t his main line.’
‘Exactly, but why didn’t you wait for him in Lagos? You don’t know if he would have showed up to see the girl.’
‘He’s a very efficient and trained agent, he would have been suspicious and I wouldn’t have gotten him easily if I waited there for him, so many people would have had to die again. The only way it would have been easy was only if he had come in when I was in the nurse’s apartment. Besides, I don’t really think we should give him much attention anymore, I’ll just kill him straightaway if I do.’
‘But what if he comes our way again?’
‘He cannot get any special information like he got from that nurse again, if he’s ever going to come our way again, it would be like every other security Agent who would, and he’d die like the rest of them. What made him come so close to me was my mistake of not cleaning of every trace I had with that nurse and I won’t let that happen again’ she said, staring at the computer system while Henry stared at her face. ‘I need take some rest now.’
She got up to her feet and proceeded towards the door, almost bumping into Cole at the door.
‘Good day boss,’ Cole greeted and moved away for her to pass.
‘Why did it take you so long to come in? We saw you when you got to the gate,’ Tarasha said to him.
‘I’ve gotten into the house for sometime now, but Tomi delayed me in the Living room.’
Tarasha stared at his face for a while with her lips pouted. ‘How was your assignment?’
‘The first went well, I delivered the file to her and I believed she must have given it to her father. I followed her on all the way to the Presidential Villa.’
‘What about the second assignment?’
‘The Inspector General, Agent Tim and another man I don’t know are in a secret meeting with the Vice President in his second quarters at this moment.’ Cole answered.
CHIEF ELVIS RICHARDS PRIVATE QUARTERS, ASOKORO.
‘She’s getting more dangerous, she sent someone to my daughter this morning.’ the Vice President said to the hearing of his guests – the Inspector General, Police Agent Tim and the NIS chairman.
‘What? And where is Vivian now?’ Chief Rikau was the first to react.
‘I told her to finish off whatever she was in the country for quickly and return to the States as soon as possible.’ Chief Elvis answered.
‘She wasn’t hurt?’
‘No, she wasn’t and that’s why I’ve asked her to rush up whatever she’s doing here. I’ll make sure she leaves the country before Wednesday.’
‘Sir, I think we need to ask her some questions before she leaves, it’ll do us a lot of good.’ Agent Tim suggested.
‘No, you’ll spare her all the questions, you can ask me what you want to know. I don’t want to get the girl involved in this.’
‘Okay, so I believe you’re going to tell us her experience as she relayed it to you sir.’
‘Yes, they only asked her to tell me to stop hiding and told her that they had some documents to release to the public soon that’ll dent my image.’
‘That’s serious and strange!’ one of them exclaimed. The Vice President’s words left all of them greatly surprised.
‘But sir, what kind of documents are they planning to release?’ the NIS Chairman asked.
‘That, I don’t know. They didn’t tell her,’ Chief Elvis lied. ‘But I strongly believe now that those who are sponsoring Samantha Osman are those who don’t want me to be the President come 2032.’
His guests all stared at each other thoughtfully, his assertions were making sense.
‘So, you think those who are behind her are those in the opposition party?’ Chief Rikau tried to confirm.
‘Not only those in the opposition, it could also be those in my party. There are enemies everywhere.’
‘That’s true… But who are those you suspect?’ Inspector General Rikau asked.
‘I can’t really point to anybody but I’m sure there’s somebody somewhere and that’s why I called this meeting, I want you all to also give attention to this in your investigations. Let’s watch carefully everyone that declares his interest to contest for President whether directly or indirectly.’
‘Yes, I think we really need to focus on that.’ The IG supported. ‘Right now, the only campaign poster that has gone up in the streets are yours but other aspirants are campaigning online already too.’
‘It doesn’t matter whether online or not, every aspirant right now is a suspect.’ The Vice President stated.
20 minutes later.
Agent Tim and the NIS chairman had left. Inspector General Rikau was alone in the Vice President’s sitting room in his wheelchairs, his host had briefly left him there to get something upstairs.
‘Chief Rikau,’ the Vice President called as he trotted down the stairs.
Chief Rikau turned his wheelchair towards the direction of the stairs, ‘You called me sir?’
‘Yes, I did.’ The Vice President said, walking back to the Living room with a file in his hand. ‘I had to let the others go first, there’s something I want to show you.’
‘Okay sir,’ Chief Rikau said and turned again towards the middle of the living room where the Vice President was now. He stared inquisitively at the man and the file in his hands.
Chief Elvis dragged the footstool near the centre table to chair beside the Chief Rikau. He sat on the chair and placed the file on the footstool. ‘Here, Samantha’s messenger did not only threaten Vivian, he gave her these documents to give to me.’
Chief Rikau moved closer to the footstool and picked the opened file. He began to go through the contents of the documents.
‘In there are our request letters for some of the drugs we distributed years ago and evidences of their ban by the World Health Agency,’ Chief Elvis explained as he watched his friend go through.‘But how did she get all these?’ Chief Rikau asked in a troubled tone.
‘I can’t tell for sure but the evidences of ban are even the most surprising. The documents are supposed to be properties of the drug agencies alone and never meant to get to outsiders.’
‘How then in the world did these documents get to Samantha?’
‘She must be working with someone who has them or who has the key to the places they’re kept.’
‘And who could that person be?’
‘I only have one person in mind and I think that is why Samantha Osman went to Anambra state,’ the Vice President said thoughtfully, taking in a deep breath.
POLICE AGENT, JAMES ELVIS RESIDENCE
James took off his seatbelt after turning off the car engine. He picked his phone from the passenger’s side and unlocked it to check the time, it was past nine already. He stretched his hand to the backseat and picked the white nylon bag containing the food he got from a restaurant as he drove home. He opened the car and stepped out, he took a look around the compound before closing the door.
The cold wind blew on his body as he proceeded into his apartment. He could also feel droplets of cold water touching his skin. He could tell for sure that it was going to rain that night.
As usual, most of his neighbours were in doors watching TV with their families that night. Except on days when he comes home after ten pm which was the time the gate was locked for the day and he had to bang loudly on the gate, he rarely sees more than one neighbour when he comes back at night and most of those he sees were usually men, the only way he knew that there were women in the building was their voices he heard from their individual apartments and of course on Sundays when he would see them dress and leave for church early in the morning.
He got to the second floor where his apartment was and took out his keys from his pocket. He put in the keys and turned it, he noticed it opened without the normal hard clicking. He closed it again and removed the key. He put the key back in and turned it again, it still opened the same way. He hissed and pushed the door open, wondering how the original lock he had bought just within few months of his stay in Abuja got faulty already.
He closed the door and reached for the bulb switch. To his surprise, the lights revealed a lady seated in his living room with her legs crossed comfortably, she had a pistol in her hands which she rolled with a finger playfully. She didn’t look towards his direction nor did she act like she was aware of his presence even as he stared at her.
James tried to play first, his hand quickly found it’s way too his belt side where his gun was hung but she had cocked her gun and pointed it at him before he could even detach his pistol. He took his hand off from the pistol slowly and raised the two hands up in surrender, his food nylon still hanging on the left hand fingers. She got up from the seat and walked towards him slowly with her gun still pointed at him.
She stopped beside the centre table of the living room and stared straight at his face. ‘Get in,’ she said, motioning him in with her gun. ‘Take off your gun and put it down,’ she ordered.
He obeyed and moved away from the entrance, he stopped at the front of his television when she signaled to him. He placed his gun and the nylon bag of food on the floor and put back his hands in the air.
‘Push your gun here,’ she ordered.
James obeyed at once, he kicked it with his toes gently to her and she stopped it with her foot. ‘I’m here on a peaceful mission, not to fight you. I hope you cooperate with me.’ she uncocked her gun and lowered the hand holding her gun.
Both of them stared at each other’s faces for a while. James tried to see if he had ever seen her before but he hadn’t, her face was completely new to him. His eyes scanned her body from head to toe. He took note of everything she was putting on, her clothes, her wristwatch, jacket and even the hair she plaited.
‘Who are you and what do you want from me?’ James finally spoke, after putting his hands down.
She stared at face in silence for a while, then she put on a smirk. ‘I’ll tell you who I am if it’s necessary when I tell you my message to you,’ she replied. ‘There’s a file on the compact disk jacket behind, it’s for you. I want you to deliver it to your father after going through it carefully.’
He stared at her face for a while, trying to look back carefully, not sure if she had an ulterior plan for him. He finally located the file and picked it. He opened and scanned through them.
Tarasha waited patiently for him to go through the documents and watched the reaction on his face from time to time.
‘Now, you’d have to sign receipt of these document, you’ll find where to sign on first paper there. There’s a pen and an ink pad for fingerprinting in that CD jacket too.’
James opened back to first page and scanned through the paper he was supposed to sign. He closed the file and looked up, staring at her face.
‘You have to sign it,’ she insisted in a strong tone.
He narrowed his look at her face for a while before opening the file again, he turned to take the pen and ink pad behind, he then signed and printed his thumb on the spaces made available.
‘Good,’ she smirked and stretched her palm out. ‘Bring it here slowly.’
James obeyed and walked forward. She raised her palm to signal stop to him when he was moving too close. He stopped and stretched the paper to her. She gave a wry smile as she collected it. He stepped back to his previous position while she briefly scanned through to see if he signed properly.
‘James Elvis, I believe that you are a police officer with a difference and you’d not give room for deadly criminals to roam the streets freely. Those documents contains the reasons Vice President Elvis Richards should be in jail. Those are the first sets of documents to start his prosecution, he’s also a spearhead of many other crimes whose evidences you’d get when you start doing a positive work with this.’
She stopped talking and gave him sometime to assimilate all that she had said. He just stared at her in silence, she couldn’t tell what was running through his mind.
‘So when will the prosecution begin?’ she asked in a kind of mocking tone.
‘You should head it since you have the proofs that he’s a criminal, just take him to court’ James said to her.
‘I thought you would like to make some more investigation as a police officer before taking him to court and that’s why I’m here to give it to you,’ she replied.
‘If you really sure of this,’ he said, raising up the file. ‘Why are you bringing it here instead of the police station or headquarters?’
‘I wouldn’t trust any Nigerian officer with this case, you are the only one I can trust and that’s why I brought it here to you.’ She put on a smile again.
There was a brief silence.
‘What do you really want?’ James asked, his eyebrows gathered together. ‘And who are you?’
‘I want Chief Elvis Richards prosecuted for his crimes, I want him to answer for the blood of the many innocent ones he used in making money and building his business empire.’ she replied him. ‘And my name is Samantha Osman.’
James heartbeat began to move faster than it was before even though he wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not. The face he was seeing didn’t look like that of the Samantha Osman he had seen before.
She took in a breath as she hung the gun by the side of her trouser. ‘I’ll like to take my leave now Inspector if you won’t mind,’ she said and began to walk towards the door.
The Inspector stood still in readiness for her and began to plan an attack as she drew nearer. She stopped when she got to the point he was waiting for her to get to before attacking. She turned her face to him and gave a mocking smile, as if she knew his plan. ‘Well, don’t complicate matters. You only have twenty four hours to start work on it,’ she said before proceeding forward.
James remained frozen to the same spot, not knowing whether to go after her or just seat and study the file she brought to him. He didn’t for a second doubt the evidences she brought against his father. He had always suspected his father’s hands were not clean but he didn’t just know the crime his father was involved in, even long ago before Samantha Osman came into the picture. But what she was telling him to do was impossible. Investigating the crime further wasn’t a problem to him even though it scared him that he’ll find out that his father was indeed a criminal, the problem he had was ensuring his father goes to jail, that’ll be the most difficult challenge that he would ever come across in his career.
‘I’m on my way now to Olusegun Obasanjo way, don’t keep me waiting.’ Tarasha spoke into the earphone receiver with the two eartips in her ears. Her hands were on the steering wheels and eyes straight on the road as she drove. There was a counter reaction expected from the Vice President and they were about to cater for it that night.
…to be continued
Chapter 13 part 3&4
April 29, 2017
Different thoughts ran through James’ mind as he walked from the garage where his car was parked into the Vice President’s house. He held the file Samantha had given him the last night in his hand and was going in to demand an explanation from his father. Not that he was ready to accept his father’s denial of the allegation and denial of evidences against him but he wanted his father to be aware of his possession of the documents and warn him to begin to thread more carefully. Though he and his father were most times not on the same sides, he didn’t think he would like to see his father labelled as a criminal or sent to prison. He also knew that his father would try to buy justice with money but he didn’t want it to get to that level. If it were several years ago when the level of corruption was higher in their nation, the Vice President would certainly go scot-free after several court hearings but with the low level of corruption in the country presently, it would only take luck for the man to be able to scale through except of course he went through another means of involving in more deadly crimes to absolve himself.
‘Good morning sir,’ one of the Vice President’s security officers greeted him as he stepped into the living room.
‘Good morning, can I see my Dad?’
‘I’ve not seen him this morning, he hasn’t stepped out of his room yet,’ the security man replied.
‘Can you help me check him or preferably get Benson,’ James requested before locating a sofa where he sat comfortably. Benson was one of his father’s closest assistants and James was sure Benson was the right person to get his father to attend to him quickly.
Benson soon arrived. ‘Agent James, good morning.’
‘Good morning Benson,’ James replied, offering him a handshake.
‘I heard you want to see your father,’ Benson enquired.
‘Yes, I want to have a word with him.’
‘Does he know you’re coming?’
‘No, it’s kind of an emergency. I just have to see him this morning,’ James said, displaying the file in his hands.
‘Okay, I’ll try to get him for you. He slept very late last night and I’m not sure he would like to be up this early but I’ll still try.’
‘Thank you Benson,’ James said and returned to his seating position.
It wasn’t until after twenty minutes that Benson left that the Vice President came out to see his son. The man was still dressed in his night gown and held his walking stick as usual, beating the ground playfully with it as he walked.
‘James, it’s a surprise seeing you here this morning. The last time I saw you this early was immediately after your graduation from the university,’ the man said as he walked to him from behind.
‘Good morning sir,’ James rose and greeted with an unsmiling face.
‘Good morning, what brings you here? I can see it’s not something pleasant,’ the man replied, noticing his son’s serious face. He sat on the adjacent sofa close to James.
‘Here,’ James picked the file from the chair arm which he placed it on top and stretched it forth to his father.
Chief Elvis knew what it was at once. It was the same type of file with the one that was given to Vivy and also had the same title on it.
‘What’s this?’ he asked as he collected, feigning ignorance. He didn’t want to give James an impression that he had seen it before.
‘Open it Dad, the message is for you.’
The Vice President opened the file slowly, his heart was beating fast even though he already knew what was there, he pretended to be going through it again.
‘I don’t understand this?’ he spoke after two minutes of total silence.
‘Dad, come on. You’ve just seen the first page out of sixteen, open it and you’ll see that it’s more than just one.’
The man opened the document just like his son had suggested. It was exactly the same with what Vivy brought home.
‘But James, where did you find all these? Who in the world manufactured these kind of false documents and why are they doing it?’ the man asked, feigning an angry tone.
James closed his eyes and took in a deep breath in an attempt to control himself, he didn’t want to find himself in a heated argument with his father.
‘Dad please, I’m not a kid and I know when something is manufactured and when it is real.’
‘So, what are you insinuating? That I did all these things truly?’ the man asked angrily.
‘Sir, I’ve not come to argue with you. The documents are explanatory enough for everyone to see. Your signature is on every letter and deals signed in your name and the photocopy of your fingerprint is on one of the letters.’
‘Everything there can be forged and you know it. In today’s world, people’s signatures are being forged everyday and you can’t tell that the fingerprint there is mine.’
‘Of course, it can be forged but I hope you know that the person who has access to these kind of documents will definitely have access to the or copies where your thumb print can be verified from?’
‘D–n it James! You’re a cursed son,’ the man flared up and rose to his feet. ‘What makes you think I’m scared of them? I’m innocent of all these rubbish, so my mind is at rest.’
‘Dad, I’m not here to point fingers or quarrel with you. I’m here to deliver the file as I was asked by Samantha Osman,’ James said and got up to his feet, ready to leave.
‘Oh! Samantha Osman,’ he turned slowly to face his son. ‘So, you now run errands for her?’ he asked in a more or less of a mocking tone.
‘She brought this to my house yesterday night and asked me to investigate it and also ensure that you get punished if you’re found guilty,’ James replied in a cold tone, giving his father a thin stare as his jaw moved slightly from side to side.
There was silence for some seconds.
‘I advise that you do everything possible to ensure that this doesn’t get to the public, you may have a hard time proving your innocence.’
‘What are you going to do boy? You plan on taking this false document to the public or taking me to court?’ the man asked.
‘No father, I don’t plan to use them for anything nor do I plan to carry out any investigation on them because I’m terribly scared that I may find you truly guilty. But I’m also scared that Samantha Osman would not stop at this, she might release it to the public soon and that’s why I’m advising that you do everything possible not to allow it go public.’
‘And what am I supposed to do not to make it go public?’
‘Father, she’s coming with a blackmail soon, I’m sure of that, that’s why she must have sent this document ahead.’
‘How the hell can she blackmail me with something I’m innocent of? How can she blackmail me with something I know nothing about?’
James took in a deep breath, he could see that his father was still trying to feign innocence. ‘Good day father, I have to get to the office in few minutes.’ James bowed and proceeded to the door.
‘Shi*t!’ Elvis Richards slammed the file on the floor after his son stepped out. He needed to act fast, he needed to stop Samantha from whatever her plan was. He wasn’t ready to stop her from blackmailing him or to give in to her conditions if she eventually did, he had never been at the mercy of anyone and wasn’t going to put himself at hers. He needed to plan a showdown and total disgrace for her. It was an opportunity to show her that he was the boss of the system and she couldn’t intimidate him by bringing up his past, not in his country!
‘You’d be live in ten seconds, are you ready?’ Tarasha asked with her fingers on the mouse. She was standing by the side of the table where the laptop was while Dr Martin Ekwueme was sitting some distance in front of the table. The man nodded in response to her question and she tapped the mouse with her fingers and moved away. A video chat began.
‘Martin,’ The doctor said as a video of his ex-wife’s house in Anambra showed, the expensive ceiling decoration was the only thing that could be seen on the screen, making it obvious that the device that was connected to was placed on a flat surface with it’s camera facing upwards. ‘Martin,’ the man called again, hoping that his son was close to the device and would be able to speak with him before his time elapsed.
A female face showed some seconds later, she looked into the camera and seemed to be wondering what was going on the device screen.
‘Uncle Martin,’ the doctor could hear the girl call. He recognized her, she was his ex-wife’s niece. ‘Were you playing music on your phone?’ Dr Martin heard her ask.
He heard nothing else until after ten seconds. ‘No of course, I’ve not touched the phone for close to an hour now.’ he heard his son Martin speak but it took sometime for Martin to show in the video
‘Martin!’ Dr Ekwueme called as his son picked the phone and stared at the screen.
The son turned to someone at the side, he could tell it was his niece who looked into the phone’s camera earlier. ‘Are you playing a video with my phone?’ Martin junior asked the person in the living room with him.
‘Look here son, I’m talking to you live.’ Dr Ekwueme said before Martin could get a response. The niece still answered with a loud voice but the doctor didn’t hear what she said.
‘Dad, you?’ Martin asked, with a surprised tone with his gaze now fixed on the device screen.
‘Yes, Martin. How are you?’
‘Dad, where are you?’ Martin ignored his question and asked his, with his voice full of concern.
‘I told you before that I only decided to take a break,’ Dr Ekwueme replied.
‘Take a break? By putting everyone in panic?’
‘No son, I didn’t mean it to be like that…’
‘Call mum…’ Martin said as he took a quick glance to the side.
‘Son, no need to involve your mum in this. I wouldn’t like for her to even make me feel worse than I feel now.’
‘She needs to hear about this Dad, everyone has been worried about you.’
‘Look son, I have very limited time to talk to you. I just want you to assure everyone that I’m fine and I’ll return home at the due time.’
‘Dad, where exactly are you?’ Martin asked.
‘Sorry boy, I have to go now. My five minutes is up. Tell your siblings and everyone not to worry about me, I love you all.’
The laptop’s screen went blank just after he finished speaking. Tarasha stepped forward to the laptop and tapped the escape key on the keyboard. She looked at the doctor, he was wiping off tears from his eyes.
‘Don’t worry Doc, very soon you’ll be with your family again.’ she said as she proceeded towards him. She dragged a chair closer to him and sat on it facing him directly. ‘So, were you able to do your assignment while I was away?’
The man wiped his eyes with the back of his palm and sniffed in gently. ‘I made my research and studied those documents,’ he said and paused to look at Tarasha’s face. ‘There’s a sealed document which contains the original copies, both hard and soft where Elvis Richards’ signature and thumb were printed.’
‘Ermm…’ Tarasha put on a frown. ‘How do we get these sealed document? And what do you really mean by “sealed”?’
‘I don’t know what being sealed means, that’s the term I found in the documents you gave me.’
Tarasha stopped to think for a moment. The man was talking about the documents she had gotten from Chief Gab which she gave him to go through and draw out meanings from. She had read through it herself and couldn’t make any meanings from it as she couldn’t relate to the terms used and history behind the documents. Even the man who had given her claimed he knew so little about them because he wasn’t involved in the deals as most of them were done secretly by Elvis Richards.
‘But these sealed documents, is there anyway we can unseal them? And how and where can we get the documents from?’
‘I don’t have an answer to any of those questions but there’s one man I know who can have the answers,’ he said and took in a deep breath. He turned his face to the wall.
‘Who’s the man?’
‘Eze Okafor, he was the Minister of health during those days and he’s also the elder brother of the late Nnamdi Okafor.’
‘Where can I find him?’
‘He stays in Anambra State.’
‘Oh shi*t!’ Tarasha clenched her fists gently. She thought of discarding the need for the sealed document. She hadn’t planned for it before as she had no idea that there was a sealed document anywhere. It was after her return to Abuja the doctor had told her that there was something they could get that would make the Vice President not to be able to defend himself at all.
‘I think acquiring the sealed document will help us in nailing Chief Elvis Richards quicker, he won’t be able to prove himself not guilty.’ the doctor said.
Tarasha stared the ground in silence for some more seconds before she turned and focused her eyes on his face. ‘Who else knows about this sealed document?’
‘I don’t know if so many people know about it but it’s obvious the Vice President knows, he signed them.’
‘Then, I have to get there before he does.’ Tarasha said and sprung up to her feet. She returned the chair she was sitting on the the previous position. ‘You may now go back to your room,’ she said to the doctor.
5 minutes later
THE CONTROL ROOM
‘Boss, the only flight from Abuja to Anambra for today took place by 8am this morning.’ Cole reported to Tarasha.
‘When is the next?’ Tarasha asked, taking her busy hands from the computer keyboard for a short while.
‘Tomorrow by 7am,’ Cole replied.
She took a quick glance at him. ‘That’s quite far from now. How many hours drive to Anambra is it from here?’
Cole quickly typed the query and clicked the enter key. He got his answer in less than thirty seconds. ‘It’s approximately seven hours and ten minutes drive to Nnewi from Asokoro.’
‘Okay,’ Tarasha said and turned back to her computer. ‘Book a car to take me there and after that I want you to find out every detail about Eze Okafor from the Doctor and his recent activities online, I would visit the man tomorrow morning.’
THE INSPECTOR GENERAL RESIDENCE.
‘Rex is here already sir,’ the Inspector General said to the Vice President as he wheeled himself towards the center of the living room.
The Vice President looked up and looked around the living room for Rex, then he turned to the IG to demand where Rex was.
‘He just drove in, he would join us in some minutes.’ Chief Rikau explained.
‘Okay, are we meeting here or in that room that you allow him?’ the Vice President asked.
‘Here, since the meeting would not last for long.’ the IG answered.
There was silence for a while. The two of them drifted into the realm of thoughts while waiting for Rex. They had analyzed the situation and concluded that the only person Samantha could have gotten the documents she had from was the retired government official, Eze Okafor. The man had been forced to retire from politics when he never had the chance to run for the presidential election which had always been his dream. Chief Elvis Richards and his team including the man’s younger brother Nnamdi had made it their role to frustrate his plans with a secret of his that they knew and he never got bold enough at any point to declare his intentions. It was during his tenure as the Minister of Health most of the fake drugs importations were carried out and he was forced through the influence of their Godfather to sign the papers.
Rex finally walked into the living room noiselessly. He was welcomed by the expectant gazes of the two men. He screened both of them with his eyes as he moved further. He noticed they were both corporately dressed, on black suits. It was a working day and during working hours, so he knew they must have sneaked away from their works to call for a meeting with him.
‘Rex, you have something to do for us between today and tomorrow.’ Chief Elvis Richards began immediately even before Rex could speak.
Rex got to the centre of the living room and stopped in front of them. ‘Can you tell me what it is right away?’ he asked in a calm tone.
‘The first one is to visit the drug agency Headquarters and help us get every archived file between 2008 to 2016 deleted from their database.’
‘Where’s the headquarters and how do I locate their database store there?’ Rex asked.
‘It’s easy to locate, I was in the agency earlier this month and I saw the section their databases are kept. You should be able to locate them through the labels on the walls.’
‘When do you want this to happen?’
‘Tonight, you have another assignment for tomorrow. I’ve made arrangements for your flight to Anambra State tomorrow morning.’
Rex stayed silent for a while and stared blankly. Then he looked at the Vice President’s face again, ‘How am I supposed to delete files within a certain period of time from an unknown database this night? Do you have their system passwords and lock codes?’
‘No… I don’t, ‘ the Vice President replied and squinted at him trying to figure out the reason for his question. ‘If you can’t delete the files of the years I requested for, can you wipe off everything?’
‘No, I still need the passwords and lock codes and it’ll take us more than a day to extract them.’
‘We can’t delay this for that long, Samantha Osman has already extracted some documents from the database.’ the Vice President said.
‘How do you know that?’
‘She threatened me with them.’
‘We can destroy the database totally and make it useless forever,’ Rex said.
‘Are you sure Rex?’ the Inspector General cut in. ‘Their database is hosted on a very strong platform.’
‘Do you know what platform they use?’ Rex asked.
‘No, but I’m sure they host it on a strong platform just like the Police’s database.’
Rex stopped for a while to think, ‘If we start early enough this night, we would attack from their server and change the host to another, the database will still be inaccessible but we’d just destroy it immediately since you want it done tonight.’
‘Is there a way we can leave the database to be accessible to us only after you changed their host?’ the Vice President asked.
‘No, if we want to access their database, we can’t start by changing their host, they’ll be notified the next morning and would work towards retrieving immediately. We can only do that by attacking from their database, but it’ll take a longer time.’
‘Just destroy it totally Rex,’ the Vice President said, getting tired of all the explanations. Rex nodded in agreement. The Vice President took in a deep breath before he continued, ‘You’d visit Eze Okafor tomorrow, what we need is the NOTD sealed deal document, only he can tell where it is.’
Dave couldn’t get the voice of the lady off his head for the whole day. He struggled with himself to figure out the owner of the voice. He was sure he had heard the voice before, there was no way anyone he didn’t know could get to him through the number.
He took out his phone and car keys from his pocket as he entered into his room. He proceeded towards the bed and dropped the items there. Then he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before falling face flat in the bed. The bullet wound at his back wasn’t completely healed yet so he was always careful how he laid on his back. The phone on the bed began to ring. He quickly sat up and picked the phone. He checked the screen, it was the call he had been waiting for.
‘Good evening sir,’ he said into the phone.
‘Good evening Mr David,’ the caller replied. ‘I just finished what you asked me to do.’
‘Oh! I’ve been waiting for your response, hope it’s positive.’ Dave readjusted his seating position, hoping to get good news from the caller as all of his day has been uneventful and with no goal achieved. The caller was a staff in the ministry of health. Dave had called him earlier that day and sent the names of the drugs in the picture Lizzy had sent to him, asking the man to find out the peculiarity of those drugs and also the correlation between them.
‘Yes, I believe what I have for you is positive. Those drugs you sent were banned years ago by the World Health Agency.’
‘Okay…’ Dave already knew that, he needed something he didn’t know before.
‘They were not the only drugs banned within those years but those sixteen were smuggled into Nigeria and caused a lot of deaths. Some pharmaceutical industries and distributors were shut down because of it and some people prosecuted but they never really sorted anything out or found anyone guilty.’
‘Hmm… Interesting sir, thank you for the good work.’ Dave paused to clear his throat. ‘Sir, can you send these details and maybe more to my email? I’d love for the name of the pharmaceutical companies and individuals well documented there and every other detail too.’
‘Okay, that’s not a problem. But if I may ask, what do you really want to do with this information? Are you planning to release a news article on them?’
‘Kind of, even though not right now. We just need to clear some dark things that happened in those years.’
‘Okay, Ermm…I do not want my name to be mentioned anywhere please.’
‘Yes, it won’t be. I already promised you that,’ Dave reassured him.
‘Okay then, I should be able to send you the details you need tonight.’
‘Thank you sir.’
Dave drew in a deep breath after the call ended. He began to think about what he could do with the new information. Many ideas ran through his mind and he considered them one after the other. He would have to go deeper and fetch more information about the prosecution of the pharmaceutical companies and individuals.
He remembered someone as he was about to sleep off, Jumoke. He picked his phone again and dialed the number of the neighbour who had been reporting her health status to him.
‘Good evening sir,’ he greeted immediately the call was answered.
‘Bros, Good evening, your girlfriend is still at the hospital and you haven’t showed up yet.’
Dave sighed. ‘I’ve not been permitted to come from work but I’ll try my best to come as soon as I can. I called to find out how she’s doing now.’
‘Well… She’s still unconscious, the doctor says they need seven hundred thousand urgently and I’m not sure her parents even know where to get it from.’
‘Wow!’ Dave eyes shone as he let out a gasp. ‘What exactly happened to her?’
‘I’m not certain yet but we broke into her apartment that morning when a church member of hers kept on knocking the door and she didn’t answer. From the look of things that morning, it’s like she fell the night before and hit her head against the television. Some other neighbours heard the sound that night but they said she told them everything was alright when they knocked at her door. So we can’t really tell the exact time she passed out and how long she was unconscious before she was discovered.’
‘Seven hundred thousand! Hmmm,’ Dave exclaimed again and let out a sigh. ‘Well, I’ll see what I can do and call you back.’
Dave buried his face in the pillow, thinking about what he could do to help Jumoke. He wondered what could have made her fall and hit her head in a way that she’d be unconscious. But the neighbours said she still spoke after they heard the noise, could it mean something else happened after the fall? Or was it due to the lack of quick first aid treatment? Maybe Jumoke had tried to treat herself instead of calling for external help, he thought to himself. Anyhow it was, he had to find a way of helping. Even though he felt no special thing for her, she had been good to him and deserved his help. Maybe it was the only thing he could give his in place of his love which she required of him.
He would have to empty his bank accounts to raise the money for her.
April 30, 2031
Chief Rikau murmured under his breath as he searched for his ringing phone. He checked the screen to see the caller, it was Rex. He hissed before answering the call. He had waited up till 1:30am expecting calls from Rex in case he had questions to ask and had gotten none.
‘Inspector, the database I can find here is dated from 2020.’ Rex voice came through.
‘Have you been able to access the database?’
‘No, I checked from the server and there are no records for the years before 2020.’
‘That’s impossible, are you sure you’re doing the right thing?’ the IG asked.
‘I’m checking directly from the server, the years before 2020 are not present. However, there’s a space here created a day ago, it could mean that it was only removed yesterday.’
‘Can you check the duration of years that space caters for?’
‘You know I can’t check that but it’s logical to say that the removed ones are the ones for 2005 to 2019 because the datas are group in fifteen years..’
‘But how is it possible that someone removed it?’
‘It’s just twenty five hours after the creation of the space, I’m quite sure it was done by Samantha or the spy who is a staff here that has been supplying her data.’
‘If it happened twenty five hours ago, how was it possible for her to get it easily?’
‘We can’t tell how long she has been working on this. She outsmarted you guys here already and it’s better you don’t let it happen again. Stop giving me information late.’
Tarasha sat in her car silently, still keeping watch over the house and expecting the man to come out of the house soon. The time for the conference to begin was 8am and she was surprised that the guest speaker was still at home when the venue of the event was nothing less than forty minutes drive from the man’s residence. She had been up waiting for close to two hours.
The man had built his house in an area off the main road even though not too far from it. The place was quiet and peaceful even though it had so many houses in it.
Tarasha could have gone into the house since the last night she arrived into the state but she discovered from her survey of the place that the compound was being protected by four huge dogs and decided to wait for the man to come out before reaching him.
At exactly 7:42am, the gate opened and a car drove out of the compound. Tarasha could see from where she watched that only three people were in the car; two at the front seats and one behind. Even though she couldn’t see their faces properly, she knew that the man at the back was none other than Eze Okafor. She started her car engine immediately after the gate was closed and followed the car, she had to get to them before they entered into the main road.
‘What’s the matter with that person?’ Eze Okafor asked his boys after taking a glance back from where he was seated comfortably at the back seat. He had seen the car driving towards them at an unusual speed.
‘Some people just get drunk at any time of the day, I’m sure the person is drunk and he thinks he’s on the expressway.’ the man seated at the Passengers’ side in front answered.
‘You guys should just stay on this lane and allow him drive off with his craziness,’ Eze Okafor said, looking back again through the back glass.
The crazy driver got to them and instead of driving past like they expected, swerved to their front almost causing an clash between the cars.
‘Who is this crazy person?’ the driver shouted in exasperation after successfully avoiding the accident by stepping hard on the brakes.
‘I just hope it’s not what I’m thinking,’ Eze Okafor at the back said breathlessly. His fear could be heard in his voice as he struggled for breath.
‘It’s a stupid girl,’ the man at the passengers’ side shouted as he opened the door and stepped out.
Tarasha also stepped out at the same time with her gun and shot directly at the man who stepped out first before shooting the one of the driver’s side. She walked forward and opened the door to the backseat, ordering the man out. He stepped out raising his hands in the air and staring intently at her face.
‘Get into my car,’ she said to him and he moved towards the direction immediately.
She opened the passenger’s side at the front for him to enter and he did. Then she took out a pin from her front jacket and inserted into his neck before she closed the door. Then she turned to the driver’s side and picked another gun, she shot twice in the air to scare away onlookers before entering the car.
Twenty minutes later, she drove to an uncompleted building and dragged his body inside. She took off the pin from his neck and flung it away, then she took out a syringe and an ampoule which contained the liquid that would neutralize the effect of the tranquilizer she just removed from his neck.
Rex glanced at the wristwatch for the fifth time in twenty minutes. He stared around again before he focused his gaze on the gate of the conference hall. Everything was still going normally and nothing seemed to be amiss. He took his tablet device and unlocked it, he stared at the picture of his target, Eze Okafor for some seconds again. He already had the man’s image formed in his mind and there was no way he could miss him when they see.
His gaze moved to the gate again where he saw three men in black suits rushing out to enter a car and then a police car following. He observed from his car until the cars were driven away, they drove like they were going to attend to an emergency.
Rex was tired of waiting in his car, he stepped out with his camera and proceeded to the events centre, he needed to find out why the event had not continued yet, for it had kicked off only for them to pause activities after five minutes. More importantly he needed to find out if the Chief guest speaker had arrived.
He met a couple of security officers and police men at the entrance as expected, he only glanced at them briefly and proceeded to the access control area. He displayed his press ID card and the conference invite to the access control team and was allowed to go in. He stopped for a moment and looked around. The hall was more than half full but no activity was up on the stage, only a mid rock inspirational song was being played through the speakers.
‘What’s happening? Hasn’t the meeting started yet?’ Rex located another camera man and asked.
The camera man stared at him and noticed the camera hung around his neck and badge on him. From his accent he could tell that this man stayed outside the country for a long time.
‘Who employed your recording services?’ the camera man asked, he was aware of all the cameramen employed by the organizers of the events themselves.
‘The Chief Guest speaker himself,’ Rex replied boldly.
‘Ehen…’the man stared at his face for a while. He looked at the badge again, Rex was also displaying his ID card now. ‘We started already but the delay is due to the news we got some minutes ago that Dr Eze Okafor was attacked on his way here. However, the meeting would soon continue with or without him,’ the man said and ended by glancing at his wristwatch.
‘Who attacked him?’ Rex squinted at the man’s face.
‘Some unknown bandits, I heard they killed his men and went away with him.’
‘Meaning he was kidnapped?’
‘I can’t say for certain,’ the cameraman replied. He looked towards the left side where someone was beckoning on him. ‘Please excuse me, I have to go,’ he said to Rex.
‘Thank you,’ Rex replied and turned back towards the door immediately. He proceeded out of the place and got back into his car, he closed the door and wind up the glasses. He fixed the eartips of his earphone into his ears and plugged it into his Android phone, then he dialed the Inspector General’s number.
‘Inspector, I think someone has gotten here before us. The target has been attacked on his way to the conference.’ he said as the man answered.
‘What do you mean by that?’
‘The man was attacked, I believe it should be Samantha.’
‘How do you know?’
‘I got the information from someone in the hall, the conference has been delayed for the man’s sake.’
‘Ermm…’ the man sounded hesitant for a while. ‘Ermm… I’ll call you back, let me get out of this place.’ he said before ending the call.
Rex picked up his tablet device and unlocked it, he maximized the NSCC software to see if his login had been successful. A dashboard showing several footages of his current location displayed immediately, it meant the login was successful. He minimized and opened the note application, there he copied the address of the man’s house which he had typed and saved. He maximized back the NSCC software and pasted the copied location into a dialog box he opened, the processing began.
He pulled on his seatbelt and pushed the start button, the engine roared to life. He took another look at the device on his laps before he turned on the trafficator.
‘That’s the car!’
The police hilux screeched to a halt just behind the entry empty Rover in front of the uncompleted building. The officers behind jumped down from the van and began to surround the building. Two officers checked the rover and discovered that it was empty. The one who seemed to be the leader of the group of nine signalled to the officers and directed those who were to go to the left and those to the right of the building. He signalled for the remaining two to follow him into the place.
They walked into the building tactfully and carefully with the leader directing them. They did not have to go too far before they found the man. He was laid on a plank in the passage just after the place meant to be the living room. He was deeply asleep and unconscious of his environment. His black suit jacket which had been taken off his body was on floor by his side and covered with dust. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned and his tie loose, only his belt and trousers were firm.
‘He’s still breathing,’ the leader said to the other two after placing two fingers on the man’s neck to observe. ‘Go into the other rooms and see if she’s still around.’
The men returned to the same spot a minute later without finding anything. Their leader had gone to get other officers to move the unconscious man.
‘What do you mean you found nothing around? She couldn’t have gone far,’ the man said as he cocked his gun and moved further into the uncompleted building in the direction the other men had just returned from. He got to the exit of the building leading to the backyard and looked out from there. The place was full of bushes but there was a path at the left side leading away from the place. Two of the men he had directed to go the left were returning from there.
‘What did you find?’ he barked at the men.
‘Sir, it leads to the village.’ one of them replied him.
‘She couldn’t have gone far, I’m sure she left when she heard us coming. Her car is still at the front,’ the man said, vibrating on a spot. He turned back swiftly and proceeded to the spot where Eze Okafor was laying previously. The man had been carried away before they got there but two officers were still standing there. ‘Let them take him to the hospital right now for quick treatment,’ he said, facing one of the two men. ‘You should reach the office and get another vehicle ready for the rest of us. We have to comb the bushes and the village too.’
Rex halted his car just beside the bush. He could see the wide roadway created in between the bushes, tarred although with so many potholes already. He clicked on his tablet’s screen again, the backlight came on. He scrolled through the selection of footages on the dashboard, he selected the last one he had watched. Samantha’s car had entered through that roadway and that had been the end of the video coverage. The path and the village it led to had no security cameras installed.
Rex thought for a moment on the next step to take, whether to go in through the path and start trying to locate the car since he knew Samantha drove in a rover or for him to just turn back since she was already ahead of him.
He took in a deep breath and took off his seatbelt. He opened the car and stepped out, he stopped to stare around the area before he closed the door. Every other motorist and passers-by were minding their businesses, so he journeyed into the roadway on foot.
He placed his gaze on the floor as he walked and tried to observe on the tarred road the signs of the vehicle tyres that passed recently, the road didn’t appear like one that was being plied by vehicles frequently.
Just as he took few steps in, he noticed a vehicle coming towards him, it was a police vehicle. He continued walking in and this time faced up as he knew turning back at that moment would call for suspicions from the policemen. He never knew that the police had gotten to the place before him, he had met some at the scene of the kidnap and thought that it was the only place they were. He also had not been viewing the live stream from the NSCC cameras, instead he had focused his streaming on the past minutes which recorded Samantha’s movement and drive to the place.
The police vehicle passed by his side and Rex made sure he took a very good look. He saw the man he had come for lying unconscious at the back seat. He had recognized him by the trouser and the dirty suit jacket hung in the van behind, he had seen the man putting on the clothes in the footages. He knew it could only mean two things; either Samantha was done with the man or the police had stopped her.
He made sure the police hilux was gone before he turned back. He took out his phone, the Inspector General was already calling.
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Chapter 13 part 5
‘I thought the both of you implied that she was working with this doctor,’ Rex said into his phone as he entered back into the car.
‘Yes, that’s what it should be because from what the Vice President said, Eze Okafor is the only one who has access to the information she’s threatening him with and he’s also the only one who knows where the sealed documents are.’ the Inspector General replied.
‘If they are working together, why should she kidnap and leave him in an unconscious state like I just saw the man?’ Rex asked, changing the phone from his left to the right hand, he pulled the seatbelt on with his left hand.
‘I don’t know, maybe something went wrong between them.’
‘Nothing went wrong, she met him on the road and took him forcefully from his car and she also came for him this morning.’
‘But if she doesn’t work with him, how then has she been getting the information she’s getting against the Vice President?’
‘That’s your question to answer,’ Rex replied.
‘Rex, but did you see her face? Are you sure it was her?’
‘I’m sure it was her and if it wasn’t her herself, it has to be someone from her team.’
‘So you didn’t see her face?’
‘I saw the face, it wasn’t Samantha Osman’s face I know, it was the face of the lady that battled Agent David James in that hotel.’
‘That is Samantha, she was disguised then.’
‘I know the visible face is a disguise, but we can’t be sure of who’s wearing it. From a closer look today, I observed that the disguise may not be that done by makeups, it might be a skin mask.’
‘Skin mask? I never heard of that, are you sure of what you’re saying?’
‘No one can’t be a hundred percent sure until the face is touched. I only considered it being a skin mask because it changed a bit the shape of her head, but that could also means it’s been worn by a different person.’
‘What do we do now Rex?’
‘Well…Let’s see what I can do.’
Tarasha stared at her wristwatch again. The time was running slow and she wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. She had finished her task so quick and was lucky to get a flight to Kwara State where the holder of the sealed document was. She knew nowhere in the state but was sure that moving around would not be difficult for her because of the several mobile and internet tools available for her use.
Her phone began to ring. She uncrossed her legs and took out the phone from her jacket. She took a brief look at the rest of the people in the airport waiting room with her before she answered.
‘Hi Cole, what’s up?’
‘Boss, I just saw your text message. What are going to do in Kwara State?’
‘The document we need is there,’ she replied.
‘Okay, what would you have me do for you?’
‘Just the usual things, get into their NSCC connections and get ready to monitor while I’m working.’
‘When would the actual work begin?’
‘It can’t start today, I still have to make a survey. Let’s say we’d work from the early hours of tomorrow morning.’
‘Okay boss, I’ll be ready for you. I’ve also got some news for you.’
‘I dug out some good facts about the Inspector General already, we’re ready for him, I’ve sent all you need to know to your email address.’
‘Cool… I’ll download now and read while on my flight,’ she replied.
‘I’ll update and send as I get more, I’m still working on it right now.’
‘Okay, but I won’t be able to respond to the other emails until after the flight and when I settle down. This particular airline does not allow for the use of cellular data during a flight.’
‘You can check it at your time boss.’
‘Okay, stay in charge Cole.’
The call ended. She took another glance at the wristwatch, it was now five minutes left to board. She unlocked her phone and refreshed the email application. Cole’s message appeared on top and another one under it. The second one was sent from the email address email@example.com .
THE INSPECTOR GENERAL’S OFFICE .
‘Come in sir,’ Chief Rikau said into the door bell mic as he watched the Vice President at his office door from his computer system.
The door opened and the Vice President stepped in leaving his escorts at the reception.
‘Sir, you should have called me to meet you outside.’ Chief Rikau said, looking up at the man’s face.
‘I’ve got little time to spend here IG, I just had to stop by because of the several missed calls I got from you. I hope there’s no problem,’ the Vice President replied as he sat in the visitor’s seat. The Inspector General was seated behind the table on his office swivel with the empty wheelchair by his side.
‘Rex claimed that Samantha Osman got to Eze Okafor before he did. Eze Okafor is unconscious now and in the custody of the police.’
‘I don’t understand, ‘ the Vice President shook his head. ‘I explained before that Samantha must be working with Eze.’
‘No sir, it appears like she got the knowledge of those documents from someone else, and this morning was just her first encounter with Eze.’
‘But…’ the Vice President appeared to be short of words. He tightened his fist on the handle of his walking stick and took in a deep breath. ‘Then, what did she do with Eze?’
‘We can’t tell yet, Rex has just located the hospital he was taken to but hasn’t been able to find out his state.’
‘This is quite unbelievable, I just hope she doesn’t have access to the sealed document before us.’
‘I do hope so too.’
There was a brief silence.
‘IG, what about the other candidate I asked you to start investigation on?’
‘Uhmn…’ Chief Rikau’s eyes moved to and fro for a second. Then he struggled to get on his feet and walked to the cabinet by the left side of his office, wincing his in pain as he did. He drew out a file and then returned to his seat.
‘Your leg isn’t that strong yet, I think you shouldn’t put pressure on it yet.’ The Vice President advised out of sincere concern.
Chief Rikau sighed. ‘I’m tired of using the wheelchair, I have to exercise my legs sometimes just like the Doctor advised,’ he replied as he opened the file.
‘But just let it get more stronger first,’ the Vice President advised.
‘Here, this is the list of everyone who has declared their interest for the office of the president,’ Chief Rikau said, turning the file to the Vice President.
On the first A4 sized paper in the file were passports of different men arranged orderly and their full names written below each passports. There was a total of nine passports.
‘These nine are vying for the position of the President?’ Elvis Richards exclaimed as he scanned through the paper.
‘Yes, but of course not all of them would make it through the primaries. We decided to narrow down our investigation on just three of them first,’ Chief Rikau said.
‘Garuba Ahmed must be on the list in focus, he’s a very good friend of Eze Okafor and he’s a serving senator.’
‘Yes, he’s the first on the list, followed by the Benue State Governor and Nonso.’
‘Nonso…’ Elvis Richards muttered under his breath and stared blankly for a moment.
‘Isn’t that Onwuli’s brother?’
‘Yes, but I don’t think they were blood brothers. I heard Onwuli helped him to stand when he had nothing.’
‘I heard so too. And he was also the one who welcome Gabriel from prison.’
‘Yes, Gabriel was Onwuli’s friend and I believe he only did it for Onwuli’s sake. Ever since then he has refused to associate himself with the ex convict and doesn’t even know his whereabouts.’
‘Yea… It’s a pity that the only help he could render to Gab was to smuggle him into one underdeveloped country.’
The Vice President chuckled, ‘No one wants to help a failure.’
There was a pause and a brief moment of meditation. A serious look formed on Chief Elvis’ face. ‘Sometimes, I just do have this feeling about Gabriel coming back to the country.’
‘I don’t think he would, the people have not forgiven him for the crimes he was convicted of yet.’ Chief Rikau said. He stared at Elvis Richards face for a while, he could see that the man was in deep thoughts and probably worrying about the possibility. ‘Sir, but do you think Gabriel could pose a threat to you?’
‘I think he woulf love to but I dispossessed him of everything he could ever use against me.’ Chief Elvis replied.
‘And you think he can not have these documents Samantha has too.’
‘Nobody had the documents in possession, she got it from the drug Agency database.’
‘What I mean is, isn’t it possible that he’s the one supplying her with information or even sponsoring her?’
‘I don’t think he has the capacity to sponsor Samantha Osman but I can’t still say for a certain. You know we’ve considered this before and from our findings, Gabriel is still hiding in a far country. And even if he was around, he could have given her these deep secrets, he wasn’t too informed of most of the deals.’
‘Did he come out of prison to meet any of his resources?’
‘No, of course not, that’s an open secret. He had nothing to hold on to when he was released,’ Chief Elvis said and let out a sigh. He felt a bit of guilt for Gabriel’s plight. He remembered that he and Gabriel were one of the closest amongst the seven of them at some point. They had been so close that they saw each other almost every time, of course until their interests began to clash.
‘But what about this Nonso?’
‘You need to investigate him too, in fact you need to investigate all of the nine aspirants. I don’t suspect Nonso, he doesn’t have enough money to tackle me. I’m even surprised that he wants to run for the office of the President but you still need to investigate him and do it deeply.’
‘And what do you think Torwua Adasu and Garuba Ahmed?’
‘The two of them are prime suspects. Torwua was a friend of Onwuli and Gabriel too, I don’t trust him. Garuba as you know was the Inspector in charge when we were being accused of fake drugs importations. He told me after being vindicated by the court that day that I would not go scotfree as long as he was alive.’
NIS UNDERGROUND FACILITY
‘What are you doing bro?’ Dan asked Dave as he walked into the office. He had a pack of fruit juice in the nylon he held.
Dave was engrossed with something on his phone. He looked up after Dan’s question and adjusted his seating position. ‘I’m still on break, so I’m taking out time to read some interesting stuffs.’
‘Interesting stuffs like?’ Dan asked as he settled in his own seat.
‘Action stories on Youngicee website,’ Dave replied him and continued with what he was reading.
‘What’s the website?’
‘Bro, just type in Youngicee stories into Google search.’ Dave snapped and gave Dan a warning look.
‘Hahaha, am I disturbing you?’ Dan laughed as he stared at Dave who continued reading on his phone with a serious expression on his face. ‘Well, I’ve got your favorite juice here.’ Dan said as he opened the fruit juice pack. He took out a cup from his locker and poured some of the juice into the cup. ‘This is so cold,’ he said and raised his cup temptingly for Dave to see. He gulped down the content of the cup halfway and released a deep breath to show his satisfaction. He looked at Dave and Dave was still engrossed with his phone, his attempt to distract him with the juice hadn’t worked. He dropped the cup of juice and took out his phone quickly, he needed to make that Google search and see what was keeping Dave so glued to his phone.
Dave was still reading when Inspector Dakolo called his phone. He hesitated for a while before answering.
‘Good afternoon Inspector.’
‘Do you have any of your colleagues who got the news of Eze Okafor’s kidnap this morning?’
‘Eze Okafor?’ Dave squinted, trying to recall if he had ever heard of the person or the name.
‘Yes, the late minster of health’s elder brother. I just got the news from Inspector James that he was attacked by Samantha Osman on his way out of his house in Nnewi this morning.’
‘I’ve been quite busy and I haven’t heard of it yet. I’ll find out and get back to you.’
‘Shi*t!’ Dave cursed and squeezed the phone in his hand. He bit his lower lip as he closed his eyes and shook his head gently from side to side. ‘Dan,’ he called.
Now Dan was already being engrossed with the same thing which had taken Dave’s attention earlier.
‘Dan,’ Dave called again. He got no response. Dave sprung up to his feet and proceeded towards Dan table. ‘Dan, Samantha Osman is still in Anambra.’
It took sometime for Dan to assimilate the words spoken to him. He took his eyes off the phone for a second and stared at Dave.
‘How do you know?’
‘I just got information that she attacked someone this morning.’
‘Eze Okafor. I don’t really know him but I heard he is the brother of her first victim, Nnamdi Okafor.’
‘So what do we do?’
Dave stared in silence for a while. Then he returned to his seat and dialed a number on his phone.
‘Good afternoon Agent Godwin,’ he greeted first.
‘Good afternoon, I was just about to call you.’ Agent Godwin said. He paused for a second and released a breath. ‘Samantha Osman was spotted at Nnewi this morning.’
‘Yes, I just heard about it and that’s why I’m calling. Who did she attack?’
‘Dr Eze Okafor, he was on his way to a conference. She took him forcefully right on his street.’
‘Ermm… I don’t still understand how it happened.’
Agent Godwin explained to him how the man drove out with two other people and how she attacked them as captured by the Security cameras.
‘So she killed the two men and dropped Eze Okafor in an uncompleted building?’
‘She did not kill the men, she shot sedatives into their bodies. And we cannot really tell what she did to Eze Okafor. Except for some little bruises, the man is fine. He woke up some minutes ago but couldn’t remember anything and the substance benryl was detected in his blood which further proves that Samantha Osman was the attacker.’
‘Wow! So what have you been able to do about it?’
‘Very little, she planned it well and had a good escape plan. She rented two vehicles for use from different rental services and escaped through a village which had no coverage of the Security cameras, she left the vehicle used to take the man in front of the building where she dropped him and left the second one in the village without driving into any popular route which had cameras.’
‘So she’s untraceable now?’
‘We’re still tracing her by asking questions from the villagers. From what we’ve gotten so far, I believe she changed her clothes and the disguise before leaving the village.’
‘Did the cameras capture her face?’
‘Yes, her face was captured, the same disguise she wore at Crescent Moon Hotel.’
Dave sighed, ‘That’s untraceable.’
‘Yeah but I believe that we would still be able to deduce some important things from interrogating Eze Okafor after he’s fit enough, even though he does not remember his encounter with her. You should also provide us with anything you think would help us.’
‘Sure, I’ll get back to you if I find any information that’ll be useful.’
‘So what’s the plan?’ Dan asked after Dave ended the call.
‘I’m still thinking,’ Dave replied. He closed his eyes briefly and took in a deep breath.
‘I think we need to go, there are a lots of questions to find answers to.’ Dan suggested.
Dave also knew they had to go to Anambra but his main challenge was going there with this partner of his, he knew there was no way his activities wouldn’t be monitored by the chairman.
‘Okay, you should inform the chairman and let’s take the next available flight.’ Dave replied and picked his phone again. Something popped into his mind just as he unlocked it, he now remembered where he saw the name ‘Eze Okafor’. He minimized the dialer and navigated to the main menu, he located the email application and clicked on it, he searched for the email he received from the drug agency staff less than twenty four hours ago. He located it and opened the attached document, there he typed in to the search box the name ‘Eze Okafor’. He saw it at last, Eze Okafor was the one of the Ministers of Health during the years of the fake drugs reign.
The drugs list Lizzy had sent to him which looked like nonsense was now making sense. He picked his phone up again and opened his chat application. He sent a message to Lizzy.
‘I just sent them to your mail, you can check it now.’ Cole said into his phone.
‘Okay, what about the hotel room I asked you to book?’ Tara’s voice sounded in reply.
‘I booked for rooms in two hotels, one close to the airport and the other in the GRA where Garuba Ahmed lives.’
‘Hmm, keep both reservations, I’ll use the one close to Garuba Ahmed for now.’
‘Okay boss, I’ll send you the address immediately.’
Cole ended the call. He opened the messaging app and typed in the address of the hotel copying from the computer screen. He clicked on send and dropped the phone on the table. He took out the other phone from his pocket and unlocked it. He scrolled down the notification bar, there was already a message from Patricia as expected. He clicked on it.
‘Can’t we just stay overnight there?’ the message read.
‘Not today dear, I have some work to do very early here tomorrow morning.’ he replied.
He dropped the phone on the table. She was offline, so he wasn’t expecting her reply immediately. She had sent the message which he just replied about an hour ago but he didn’t bother to check it because he did not want distraction from Tarasha’s task.
They had planned to meet at his apartment that evening. He was supposed to pick her after work. They had earlier discussed that they would spend the night there but Cole had sent a message to change the plans after Tarasha told him that she would begin the work proper in the early hours of the next morning.
His phone beeped. Her reply had come in earlier than he expected.
‘Can’t you leave very early tomorrow morning?’ Patricia had asked. She was now online.
‘No dear, you don’t understand.’ Cole typed in. A good lie popped up in his mind and he continued to type, ‘A foreign company fixed a meeting with me by 10pm EST and I still have to prepare before the time of the meeting.’
‘Oh! Okay then, why don’t we just reschedule?’ her reply entered.
‘No, we don’t need to, we can still meet briefly tonight.’
‘No, we won’t meet tonight anymore. You have to prepare for your meeting and represent us well,’ she sent with a grin smiley.
‘Okay babe, I’ll call you when you close from work.’
‘He says he has a meeting with some foreigners by 10pm EST tonight,’ she typed and sent to Dave.
‘Hmm…’ Dave sent in reply adding a smiley with a thinking expression.
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