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TARASHA…(18+)…Part 66

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Henry stopped to think for some seconds. He thought of
answering no since he wasn’t an invitee but just
accompanied Omotara to the event. No one knew about
his attendance, so it was better if he hid it completely. He
cleared his throat. ‘I…’
The doorbell interrupted. Henry paused to check who it
was on his computer. Frank it was, standing with a laptop
in his hands.
‘I thought I told you I was coming to do something
urgent and important.’ Frank muttered with so much
disgust in his voice. ‘I’m busy Frank,’ he said into the
transmitter. ‘Please come back later, or better still, I’ll
join you when I’m done.’ He watched Frank leave before
turning back to Dakolo. Dakolo’s eyes showed his
impatience to receive the response to the question he
had asked.
Henry cleared his throat as he was about to continue. ‘I…’
Henry tried to continue but couldn’t. Somehow he felt a
strange kind of fear surge through his heart. One that
told him that he was about to put himself in deep
trouble. His head began to ache him severely, he felt as if
his head was being used to play football.
‘I’m still waiting,’ Dakolo said impatiently on seeing
Henry’s reluctance to talk.
‘I did,’ Henry finally said, releasing a deep breath
alongside with it.
A bitter frown formed on Dakolo’s face. He felt
disappointed in Henry for attending a party organized by
Jubril, somehow in his heart, he was hoping that Henry
would have proof enough to claim that he wasn’t in the
party and that the person seen in the photo was just a
lookalike or the camera position had only made their
faces resemble. But he was still happy that Henry did not
deny the truth, that would have showed that he was
guilty.
He was also sure that Henry felt remorse for attending
the party, the reluctance to answer the question already
showed Henry’s disappointment in himself and regret for
attending the party.
~+~
‘Miss Kimberly,’ Sylvester called as he proceeded towards
her table. He had given her a space in an open office with
four other occupants to stay. She was at the end corner
of the office while two other tables were on the same line
with hers. The tables were several centimetres away from
each other, giving each occupier space and privacy.
All eyes followed Sylvester behind as he marched on to
Kimberly. The other employees who were sub regional
staffs had been surprised when Sylvester introduced her
as a special staff who was to share the same office with
them. As far as they knew, she had no specific job
description or duty, some of them had began to spread
rumours that she was Sylvester’s concubine.
‘Kimberly,’ Sylvester called again as he dropped a paper
on the table, ‘I want you to confirm if this number was
cloned or not, can you do it?’
Kimberly took the paper from the table and looked into
it. She took in a deep breath and made her acceptance
known with a nod to Sylvester. ‘Yes sir, I can.’
‘How long would it take you to get back to me?’ Sylvester
asked.
‘Before the end of the day.’ She replied.
‘What??’ He opened his eyes widely in shock and folded
his arms, staring at her like she was an alien. She stared
back at him in surprise. He calmed himself and lowered
his voice. ‘Mr Henry asked for three days to work on it.’
Kimberly chuckled. ‘Yes, it’s even possible to use up to a
week or more, especially when you have to contact the
network providers over there. Why I can use less than a
day is because I already have links there, I have links in
Canada. If not, I would have needed to use three to four
days too.’
‘Okay, I understand.’
‘Yes… But sir,’ Kimberly stared into his eyes. ‘I thought
you said Mr Henry did it already?’
‘Yes,’ Sylvester replied with a sigh. He pulled an empty
chair and sat on it. ‘He did it when the late Chief Jubril
requested for it but now it’s the police that needs it. A
senior agent just gave me the job to do now’
Kimberly stared at him, still unsatisfied with his answer.
In just two days, she had become so comfortable with
him to the extent of questioning him. She had been his
lecturer for that two days, explaining to him several
things which she did that he didn’t have knowledge of.
‘What about his report?’ She asked.
‘It’s with him,’ Sylvester answered with another sigh. ‘It’s
just that we want the investigation to be carried out by
another person.’
‘Okay, but can I still get the report? I Just need to check
out some processes that would make the job easier. With
that we can even finish the job in less than an hour.’
‘Mr Henry is busy right now with the Agent in his office,
and he is not even aware that we are carrying out a
reinvestigation,’ Sylvester explained in a very low voice.
‘The Agent wants me to keep it secret from him, so I can’t
go to him.’
‘It’s okay sir, I’ll do what I can do.’ She replied and began
to work immediately on the laptop.
‘Thanks,’ Sylvester said with a smile. ‘We’ll need to
discuss tomorrow and conclude on the terms of your
job, so that you can start fully.’
‘Huh?’ Kimberly opened her mouth in surprise, looking
elated by the news. ‘Does that mean I’ve gotten a job
already.’
‘Yes,’ Sylvester replied happily too. ‘For the rest of this
month, you’ll work with me and I’ll be responsible for
you while we try to create a space for you and sort out
your responsibilities.’
‘Thank you sir, I’m grateful.’ Kimberly got up to thank
him, covering her mouth with her palms to show her
extreme happiness.
‘It’s okay.’
~+~
Ken and a junior officer sat in front of the computer, the
junior officer scrolling through some pictures with the
aid of the mouse while Ken paid special attention to the
screen. After going through the pictures of Mrs Dakolo’s
daughter earlier, they selected the two pictures of the
blue suited man who was said to accompany the
Canadian business lady to the party. The new pictures
that were being examined were pictures taken by the
press after the assassination had occurred. The press had
come to take pictures and videos of the scene after the
news of the man’s death broke out to them. This
particular set of report was the one gotten from the
desert reporters.
They finished viewing the pictures without seeing
anything significant and moved on to the videos. After
playing two videos, the third and last one was being
played. A desert reporter was in front of the camera
reporting the sad incident. The advanc scene was videoed
was the car park.
‘It’s okay,’ Ken said when the video was about to come to
an end without any useful thing seen. ‘Make sure you
copy those files completely before returning the flash
drive to them, I’ll need to see everything again.’ Ken
ordered and got up from his seat, stretching his body.
‘Okay sir,’ the junior officer replied and clicked on the
pause icon.
‘Oh!’ Ken exclaimed as his face met the screen again.
‘What’s that?’ He asked pointing at something on the
screen. ‘Please play.’
The blue suited man was incidentally captured by the
camera, it looked as if he was looking for something at
the park.
‘Zoom it,’ Ken ordered in a loud voice. The officer
zoomed the video and clicked pause. Henry’s face was
shown but not too clear there. Ken couldn’t recognize
who it was. ‘Take a screenshot and send it to Femi, let
him search for that face and get back to me as soon as
possible.’
~+~
‘How come you attended the birthday party? I could
have never imagined that you’ll ever attend any function
organized by Chief Jubril,’ Dakolo said in a painful tone.
Dakolo’s stare was piercing through Henry’s heart,
making him feel more guilty and regret going that day
with Omotara. Henry bowed his head, ashamed of
himself, he couldn’t speak also.
‘You were even one of the well dressed males in the
event.’ Dakolo continued. ‘What did you go there to do?
To have revenge?’ Dakolo began to raise his voice in
anger.
Henry took a quick glance at Dakolo’s face at the sound
of the revenge allegation. ‘No, nothing like that sir, He
tried to find his voice.
‘Then explain why you went to the party with Samantha
Osman?’
‘Samantha Osman?’
‘Yes, that Evelyn was Samantha Osman.’ Dakolo alleged,
in a bid to make Henry confess if he ever had any
suspicion or was aware if Evelyn was the same as
Samantha.
‘Evelyn is not Samantha,’ Henry argued, sure in his heart
that he was saying the truth.
‘She is Samantha,’ Dakolo insisted with a strong note. He
got up from the seat and picked his device, he
unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them up.
He got beside the wall and stood directly under the air
conditioner. He stared at Henry from where he was.
‘Your Evelyn is the same person as Samantha Osman,’ he
stated again.
Henry shook his head in disagreement. ‘A man was the
one who killed Jubril Lawal, not a lady. So we shouldn’t
even be talking about Samantha Osman now in relation
to Chief Jubril’s murder. Furthermore, Evelyn could be
anything else; she’s not a killer.’
Dakolo gave a chuckle and walked away from the wall
back to his seat. He sat down and positioned himself to
face Henry. ‘Since everybody is saying that it was a man
who killed Chief Jubril, then that man must be you,
Samantha sent you.’
‘No, why would I do such? I can’t kill anyone neither
have I come across any Samantha Osman.’
‘D–n! You did it to take your revenge of course.’ Dakolo
hit his hand on the table violently, making Henry more
uncomfortable and scared of the situation. ‘The man and
his son were your enemies, you killed the both of them
on that same day and You didn’t kill them only, you also
killed your kidnappers.’
Henry’s mouth was left open in shock. He couldn’t
believe that the Dakolo could accuse him of
assassination. Dakolo’s phone rang, he took out his
phone and stood up on seeing the caller.
‘Officer Ken…’ Dakolo spoke softly, walking slowly to the
window area. ‘You… ‘He said in a shocked tone and made
a quick turn to Henry, he tried to conceal his surprise.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll do that myself.’ He said and cut the call.
Henry was still perplexed by all that was happening, his
heart couldn’t accept Dakolo’s allegation that Evelyn was
the same person as Samantha Osman. He couldn’t agree
that she wasn’t Samantha Osman or an assassin but he
was quite sure that she was Omotara Danjuma, a
fraudster.
He could remember well how she left him at the table
that day and never returned, he also remembered that
she mysteriously disappeared from the place but his
feelings for her had beclouded his sense of reasoning.
Dakolo gave Henry the shock of his life when after he
ended the call, he took out a key and removed an
handcuff from behind as he proceeded towards the
table.
‘I’m sorry Henry, this has gone beyond my personal
investigation. You’re expected in our station right away.’

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3pm, Same day
Mr Sylvester finally returned to the office several hours
after he left with no explanation. Those who had seen
him leave said that he left with Henry E.G who had been
handcuffed by a Special police agent and led out of the
building. Rumours began to fly around immediately. Few
minutes after the Agent had led Mr Henry away, a Lady
who was one of the occupants of the office where
Kimberly was had gone out for a short break and heard
the rumour. After spending more than the duration of
her break period, she returned to tell the other
occupants of the office what she had heard. How the
special agent took away Henry in chains with Mr Sylvester
pleading to get an explanation from the Agent. They said
the Agent insisted that Mr Sylvester had to come to the
police office if he wanted to know anything about the
matter.
Different versions of stories were cooked up
immediately, especially as the event occurred few
minutes to most of the worker’s official break time.
Some people said that Henry E.G had used his wide range
of knowledge to defraud the Central Bank, some said he
had hacked into the country’s Treasury system and
redirected some of the monies to his account while some
said that he had stolen money from the NSCC. All these
stories were unconfirmed yet, but still spread around
rapidly because the gossipers needed something to feast
on. Only Mr Sylvester who went to the police office and
Kimberly that Mr Sylvester had mentioned the matter to
had an idea of the real cause of his arrest.
‘Welcome sir,’ Kimberly could hear her colleagues in the
office greet in unison. She raised up her head to see who
they were greeting, it was Mr Sylvester walking towards
her without responding to the greetings from the other
staffs.
‘Sir,’ she said softly as he got to the front of her table.
He sat on the empty seat and let out a deep breath. ‘
Kimberly, how are you?’ He asked in a fatigued tone. His
countenance clearly showed that something was wrong.
‘I’m fine sir, I’ve checked your office and I found out that
you were not around.’ She replied.
‘Yes, I went to the police office with Henry E.G. He was
accused of being an accomplice of Samantha Osman,’
Sylvester said to her in a low voice, he placed his elbow
on the table and buried his face in his palms.
‘Samantha Osman? What’s the basis for their allegation?’
Kimberly asked.
Sylvester raised up his head. ‘He accompanied a lady to
late Chief Jubril Lawal’s party recently, I never saw that
lady but I’m aware that they were friends and most likely
lovers, they both stayed in the corporation’s house for a
couple of days.’
Kimberly took in a deep breath and stared into the air,
she knew the police was closing in on Tarasha already.
She was sure that Henry would confess to knowing her
once he faced the Nigerian police torture. She had learnt
about their method of forcing out truth from their
suspects and she was sure that Henry would not have the
skin for it. She even wondered why Henry had not told
them everything about her already, why did he have to
be arrested by the police. What she thought before was
that he had already told all he knew about her to the
police.
But she was the one who made the fatal error. Henry was
supposed to have been killed already but she left him
alive for some reasons which was inconsistent with her
mode of operation. It would take much more effort now
to clear Henry and the mess he had created and was
going to create.
‘So the police alleged that the lady is Samantha Osman?’
Kimberly questioned.
‘Yes.’
‘Hmm…’ She heaved a sigh and then folded her arms.
After some seconds of silence, she turned the laptop to
Mr Sylvester. ‘Here’s the report for the job you
requested.’
Sylvester looked at the screen immediately and
continued scanning through the report for few seconds,
reading the words under his breath. ‘So, it’s a Canadian
number truly?’ He commented after reading it.
‘Yes.’ She replied and turned back the laptop to herself.
‘That’s means Mr Henry was right about it,’ he said.
‘Please print out the report, it would be of advantage to
us and Mr Henry.’
‘Alright sir,’ Tarasha said and bent to pick up the cord for
the printer. She plugged it in and tapped the shortcut for
print on the keyboard. ‘Sir?’ She called after sending the
document to the printer.
‘Yes,’ he answered, the tone of fatigue still sounding in his
voice.
‘Do you really think that Mr Henry did help the assassin
to murder Chief Jubril?’ She asked in a concerned tone.
‘I don’t even know what to think,’ he sighed and rested
back. ‘I don’t know what to think. I’ve always felt Mr
Henry’s passion to put an end to the assassinations by
our input as the NSCC, so I don’t believe he would help
the assassin but with this strong claim by the police that
one of the assassins was seen with him, I don’t know
what to think anymore?’
‘Hmm…’ Kimberly inhaled deeply as she collected the
printed document from the lady who brought it to them.
She stared into the paper for some seconds before
handing it over to Sylvester. ‘Would he be granted bail?’
‘I’ve contacted a lawyer on his behalf, I’m sure he cannot
sleep over in the police cell tonight. He’ll be granted bail
but the Agent said he’ll be placed under close watch. He
told me to advise him not to play any tricks.’
‘Is it that serious?’ Kimberly widened her gaze and folded
her arms as she rested her back.
‘Yes, something that involves the assassin group
Samantha Osman leads is serious. Another thing the
Agent made mention of is that Henry may be a member
of the assassin team.’
‘Hmm… What a pity!’ She exclaimed in a really pitiful
tone. ‘That means that he would not be free to move
around anymore.’
‘Yes, his movement would be restricted and he’ll be
followed everywhere. Even in his house, he’ll be
monitored.’ Sylvester replied.
‘Yes, so he’s staying in his home tonight?’
‘Yes,’ Sylvester answered with a slight groan as struggled
to stand up from the seat.
‘His house…’ Kimberly repeated severally under her
breath. That was all the information she needed to have,
she just wished that Henry wouldn’t have spilled out too
much information before the police grants him bail.
‘I’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes time sir.’ She announced
to Sylvester who was about to turn and take his leave.
‘Oh!’ He turned back slowly and sat back. He stared at her
face and put on a smile. ‘Thank you for your help Miss
Kimberly.’ He said.
She smiled like a child without saying anything. The man
took out his wallet and phone from his pocket. He
dropped the phone on the table and opened the wallet,
he then counted ten thousand naira and took it out. ‘I
learnt that you have a car,’ he said as he returned the
wallet into his pocket.
‘Yes, I do,’ she answered, a little hesitant.
‘Okay, you can get fuel with this,’ he said as he handed
her the money.
‘Oh!’ Her eyes lit up with gratefulness. ‘Thank you sir, ‘
she said as she took the money.
‘You’re welcome.’ He replied with a smile of satisfaction,
glad that she was happy to receive his gift. ‘I have to do
some work now,’ he said as he got up.
‘Alright, till tomorrow sir.’
‘Bye.’
‘Bye sir.’ She said she watched him leave, he had
forgotten his phone on the table. The eyes of the other
people in the office turned to her as Sylvester walked out
of the place. She ignored them and turned back to the
laptop. The smile on her face totally disappeared
immediately.
She closed the laptop after shutting down and
disconnected the power cord. She then picked the phone
which Mr Sylvester had forgotten, it was his most used
phone where he received both business and personal
calls. She swiped it open and opened his call settings
hurriedly. After scrolling through for some minutes, she
minimized the program and opened Xender, an app for
transferring files. She took her own phone and opened
his Xender on it too, she connected the phones and then
transferred into his phone another app. It entered within
few seconds and she installed it immediately and made
the settings to track his phone calls, she then hid the app
and refreshed the phone memory. She straightened her
cloth and got up from her seat, wanting to go to Mr
Sylvester’s office to return his phone but the man walked
back into the office just in time.
~
Fifteen minutes later like she told Mr Sylvester, she was
out of the main building and was proceeding to where
her car was parked. The first thing she spotted when she
got there was Henry’s car, parked at the opposite
direction. He must have seen her car, she was sure. That
was the goal for bringing the car anyway, to make him
suspicious about her presence there and begin to try to
find her, then she would lure him into her a trap. But
with the new turn of events, that strategy would not work
anymore, she needed him to be unaware of her presence
now, she wished she had never brought her car. But she
still had nothing to worry about, there was always a plan
B.
The device in her bag began to beep loudly as she moved
closed to the boot of her car. She gave an evil smile, she
knew that Henry wasn’t going to leave without doing
anything when he sees the car. She brought out her
device and checked the notification, she silenced the
alarm after dismissing the notification. She returned her
device back into her bag before searching around the car
for the tracker that had been placed there.
After five minutes of futile search, she took out her
device again and clicked open the app which notified her
of the tracker’s presence.
‘Basta*d!’ She cursed under her breath as she began to
scan the body of the car with her camera. Scanning the
outer body didn’t yield the result, so she began to scan
under the car. That was when she located the tracker,
installed somewhere close to the tyre. She pulled out the
tiny device and dropped it on the floor. She cursed Henry
in her mind again before proceeding into the car.
As she drove out of the compound, she spotted a police
vehicle entering into the compound. She drove away
hurriedly, something had to be done about Henry that
night. It had to be that night.
~~~~
Sylvester had barely settled in his office when his phone
rang, he checked the screen and the caller ID displayed
was the police office.
‘Hello,’ he answered the call.
‘Mr Sylvester, I’ve sent some boys to your office now and
they are already in the compound. They have a search
warrant with them, I’ll like you to cooperate with them
and lead them to Henry E.G’s office.’ Agent Dakolo’s voice
came through.
‘It’s okay sir.’ Sylvester ended the call with a sigh of
frustration, he buried his face in his palms and let out a
deep breath.
He suddenly remembered something and picked up the
phone again. He dialed the police office.
‘Any problem Mr Sylvester?’ Dakolo answered the call.
‘No problem sir,’ Sylvester replied. ‘Like I told you
before, the result for the reinvestigation of the number
was supposed to be out today. It’s out already, I’ll send to
you the document through your boys.’
‘Okay, but what was the result?’ Dakolo asked.
‘The number is Canadian.’
Dakolo gave a very short but threatening chuckle. ‘Mr
Sylvester,’ he called in a low voice but rigid tone. ‘Don’t
get yourself into trouble trying to help out a suspect,’ he
warned.
‘No,’ Sylvester said with fear in his voice. ‘I’m not trying
to help him out. I wasn’t the one who did the job, I’ve
never done that kind of job. I gave it to a capable person
who doesn’t even know Mr Henry personally.’
‘I hope so, because if I find out that you’re trying to help
him, I’ll make sure you get into trouble with him and I
assure you it won’t be easy to come out of it.’ Dakolo
said, still in a threatening tone.
‘No, nothing of such sir.’
‘If that’s the case, send me the document then.’
‘Okay sir.’ Dakolo said as he ended the call, his doorbell
sounded immediately. He checked his computer screen,
his expected visitors and his secretary were at his office
entrance. He picked up a bunch of keys and a card from
his drawer, he also took the result document and folded
it into an envelope before getting up to join them.

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