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Chapters (109)
  1. Part One
  2. ONE
  3. One day earlier
  4. TWO
  5. THREE
  6. FOUR
  7. FIVE
  8. SIX
  9. SEVEN
  10. EIGHT
  11. NINE
  12. TEN
  13. ELEVEN
  14. TWELVE
  15. THIRTEEN
  16. FOURTEEN
  17. FIFTEEN
  18. SIXTEEN
  19. SEVENTEEN
  20. EIGHTEEN
  21. NINETEEN
  22. TWENTY
  23. TWENTY-ONE
  24. TWENTY-TWO
  25. PART TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. SEVENTY-SEVEN
  81. SEVENTY-EIGHT
  82. SEVENTY-NINE
  83. EIGHTY
  84. EIGHTY-ONE
  85. EIGHTY-TWO
  86. EIGHTY-THREE
  87. EIGHTY-FOUR
  88. EIGHTY-FIVE
  89. EIGHTY-SIX
  90. EIGHTY-SEVEN
  91. EIGHTY-EIGHT
  92. EIGHTY-NINE
  93. NINETY
  94. NINETY-ONE
  95. NINETY-TWO
  96. NINETY-THREE
  97. NINETY-FOUR
  98. NINETY-FIVE
  99. NINETY-SIX
  100. NINETY-SEVEN
  101. NINETY-EIGHT
  102. NINETY-NINE
  103. GLOSSARY
  104. Acknowledgments
  105. Continue reading
  106. Part One
  107. ONE
  108. TWO
  109. THREE

“If I have to kill somebody—like I’m protecting my family or something like that, I will do it.”

“Yeah,” Nii agreed.

“Do you know I killed Kweku Ponsu’s crocodile?” Bruno said.

“Heh!” Nii exclaimed in disbelief. “Don’t lie.”

“It’s true. Kweku said because of that, I will be closer to meeting Godfather.”

Nii regarded him with new respect. “Then you have tried, paa,” he said. “You will be blessed. As for that crocodile, I will just urinate on myself if I face it.”

The two laughed till they were weak.

FORTY-THREE

FORTY-THREE

Sowah, Emma, and Labram conferenced while Kafui went to change Yao’s diaper.

“What Kafui related is ominous,” Sowah said. “A large sack with something or someone heavy in it dumped into the river on the night Mr. Tilson disappeared? I don’t believe much in coincidences. I’ll talk to DCOP Laryea to see if we can get some divers to search the riverbed around the Adome Bridge. But before that, I want Kafui to take us to the spot she thinks the SUV stopped along the bridge. Emma, please ask her if she can come with us.”

Kafui agreed. With Yao securely on her back again, she led the other three as she retraced her steps that night.

“I came to here,” she said, as they arrived alongside the green-painted Adome Hotel. A few meters away was the small roundabout with its three exit points south to Accra, north to Akosombo, and east across the bridge. Now the area was bustling with cars, tro-tros, trucks, and people, but of course the night Kafui had been there, the environment would have been quiet and still.

“I was standing here with Yao trying to make him sleep,” Kafui continued. “Then, from the Akosombo side came the SUV driving fast.”

“Can you say the type of SUV?” Emma asked, while thinking how they all looked pretty much the same to her.

“Not at all,” Kafui said with regret. “I didn’t have time to see it well.”

“No problem,” Sowah said. “Go on.”

“Then it went onto the bridge about halfway,” Kafui said, pointing.

“Okay then,” Sowah said. “Let’s go there.”

They took the south-facing walkway—the righthand side of the bridge. The Adome—Ghana’s only suspension bridge—dips slightly and then rebounds in response to traffic, particularly heavy-laden eighteen-wheeled vehicles.

About halfway to the other end of the bridge, Kafui stopped. “It was around here.”

They looked down at the grayish-blue water. Rain clouds were gathering behind and above them, covering the sun and making the river look darker and more threatening. Still, fishermen were out plying the river.

“Makes sense to dump a body at this point I suppose,” Sowah said, looking from bank to bank. “The water will be deepest at the center of the bridge, not so, Mr. Labram?”

“Yes, sir. At this point it’s twenty to twenty-five feet.”

“Plenty of water to drown in,” Sowah commented.