Chapters (109)
- Part One
- ONE
- One day earlier
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- PART TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
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- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
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- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EIGHTY-TWO
- EIGHTY-THREE
- EIGHTY-FOUR
- EIGHTY-FIVE
- EIGHTY-SIX
- EIGHTY-SEVEN
- EIGHTY-EIGHT
- EIGHTY-NINE
- NINETY
- NINETY-ONE
- NINETY-TWO
- NINETY-THREE
- NINETY-FOUR
- NINETY-FIVE
- NINETY-SIX
- NINETY-SEVEN
- NINETY-EIGHT
- NINETY-NINE
- GLOSSARY
- Acknowledgments
- Continue reading
- Part One
- ONE
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“Okay, good,” Emma said. She hesitated. “Sir, I need to let you know about something. I wanted to do it earlier, but I couldn’t find the right moment. You see, I have a stepbrother called Bruno. My father never liked him and threw him out of the house many years ago. Since that time, he has been living on the streets, even getting in trouble sometimes.”
“I see,” Sowah said, even though it was clear he was waiting for the bottom line.
“But still,” Emma continued, “we are close with each other. I like him very much, but what troubles me is that he can never seem to hold a steady job, and on top of that, Bruno has been hanging around some of these sakawa boys.”
“Ah,” Sowah said, light slowly dawning.
“Okay,” Emma continued, “so, I had an idea to find out if he had heard anything about Mr. Tilson from some of the sakawa boys he has been associating with. I called him last night, and first he said he didn’t know anything about it, but in the end he confessed he did, although he didn’t want to personally tell me what he knows exactly. Instead he suggested we talk to the investigative journalist—”
“Sana Sana,” Sowah said, finishing her sentence.
“Yes, sir.”
“Interesting.” Sowah was staring at her, but it was a gaze lost in thought. “So, does that mean Bruno is in contact with Sana?”
“Well, I think so, but Bruno neither confirmed nor denied, sir. All he kept saying was, ‘ask Sana. He knows about everything.’ Do you want me to keep pushing him, sir?”
Sowah shook his head. “I don’t think we should alienate him—I don’t know Bruno, and it looks like you have a good rapport with him, but we want to be able to go back to him if needed. No, I think we should act immediately on his tip without worrying him any further. I know Sana, and in fact, I’m remiss in not thinking of asking him about this. He’s difficult to locate, but I will find him.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ve done some solid work in the past two days, Emma,” Sowah said soberly. “Well done.”
She felt pride swell in her chest. “Thank you, sir. Please, do you wish me to follow up something today?”
“Yes. The driver, Yahya. He was the first one we know of who arrived at the Riverview after Mr. Tilson had disappeared. It’s important we speak to him in person. See if you can meet him somewhere. We don’t only want to know if he saw anything of interest there—a vehicle or a person coming away from the house, for example—but we also want to see his demeanor. Does he seem to be hiding anything? And so forth.”
“Yes, sir. I will do that.”
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