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
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- 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
- TWO
- THREE
“Your Majesty,” he whispered, “whatever pleases Your Majesty.”
She dropped the whip and clambered on the bed to straddle him. “Like this?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said, close to tears of joy.
“Don’t touch me!” she said as he tried to reach for her body. She leaned forward and pinned his hands at the side of his head while she bounced on him like a flabby rubber ball.
“You like to be punished, you bad man,” she said. “Bad man.”
He began to tense. “Yes, I like to be punished, Your Majesty.”
“Don’t ejaculate in me,” she warned.
“No, no,” he muttered, just as he began to convulse. He struggled to pull out just in time.
He let out one last moan and fell asleep almost instantly.
Doris rolled off him and propped herself on her elbow to observe him snoring. “Men,” she said, shaking her head. “Hopeless.”
Early in the morning while it was still dark, Quaino rolled over, opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling.
“DI Damptey,” he said.
She popped her head up. “Yes, boss?”
“Sit up. I need to talk to you.”
“Yes please,” she said, scrambling upright in bed.
“We are in a little bit of hot water,” Quaino said.
“Please, meaning?”
“Yesterday at close of business, DCOP Laryea called me about your case—the missing American. He’s getting pressure from Director-General Andoh, and he in turn is feeling the heat from the IGP. Laryea wants to see both of us on Monday.”
“Oh,” she said. That was serious.
“Yes,” Quaino said. “And you know Laryea doesn’t joke around. I fear him more than the director-general.”
“Yes please.”
“I haven’t checked with you about the case lately,” Quaino said, worried. “Are you about to make any arrest?”
“Arrest?” She went hot in the face. “Not as yet.”
“Why not?” he said.
“I’m still working on it.”
“We have to get something—somebody,” Quaino said, “by Monday morning.”
“We don’t have any evidence tying anyone to the crime,” she stammered. “I don’t even know where the American is.”
He grunted and they stayed silent awhile. Now he sat up. “But we do have evidence!” he said. “It has been staring us in the face. Come on, get dressed. We have an arrest to make.”
FIFTY-TWO
FIFTY-TWO
May 24
Sunday morning, Emma was dragging because of her late night, but she still got up early for the 8 a.m. church service, which was the short one—an hour. The 11 a.m. service ran into three hours and then there was additional Bible study after that.