Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 74

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Tarasha - Season 4 - Episode 74

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.


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10:45pm
‘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.
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