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  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

As Laryea returned to his office to pack up for the weekend, he wondered what or whom the DG had been speaking of in his outburst, as cryptic as it was, when he talked about hypocrites, yes-men, and puppets in high places. The IGP? Did Andoh hold some grudge against Mr. Akrofi?

Laryea dismissed the thought. It wasn’t any of his business, and besides, he would never want to be caught up in that kind of contention. There was enough disarray at the CID as it was.

FIFTY

FIFTY

May 23

Saturday night, Emma was undecided about what looked best with her skinny black jeans for her date with Courage. She was no fashion maven, and her closet was sparse—apart from the blunt truth that she was behind on her washing. The pile of dirty clothes in the corner was appalling.

She could go with a white sleeveless blouse or a filmy fuchsia long-sleeve shirt. She tried both on, watching her reflection in the full-length mirror as she made a 360-degree turn. Thin as she was, she could pull the outfit off okay, but she still thought she could afford to put a few curves and a couple of kilos on her frame.

Just as she settled on the sleeveless, her phone buzzed, and she had to dig under a pile of vetoed outfits on the bed before she located it. Courage was texting her to say he would be there in about ten minutes. Emma was just about ready, but should she go outside now, or wait for him to arrive first? She decided on the latter, stepping out the door only when he texted that he had arrived.

Courage, dressed in all black, was at the roadside standing next to a shiny, dark Rav4. “You look so lovely, dear,” he said, as he opened the passenger door for her.

“Thanks,” she said. “So do you.”

“You are so nice to say so. Thank you.”

He had on a strong but nice fragrance, which reminded Emma she had forgotten to put on any of her own.

As they headed south toward town, Emma thought Courage drove as crazily as a taxi driver.

“Where are we going?” she asked, holding on to the passenger armrest.

“Afrikiko,” he said, flashing a smile at her. “Do you know there?”

“I’ve heard of it,” she said, “but I’ve never been.”

“You’ll enjoy it,” he said. “Do you dance?”

“Not at all.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

Emma felt that mixture of excitement at the prospect of dancing and dread of “looking funny” doing it.

“This is a nice car,” she said. “It smells new.”

“Thanks. Yes, it’s about six months old now.”

“I’m impressed,” Emma said, wondering where he found that kind of money.