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
“I doubt that very much,” Emma said, picking up her phone from the table. “But I’ll call her now. I’m sure this is going to be as much a surprise to her.”
FIFTY-THREE
FIFTY-THREE
DCOP Cleophus Laryea was very fond of his nephew Inspector Dazz Nunoo, who was much more like a son to him. Dazz had benefitted from his uncle’s high position in the GPS, not for lack of intelligence or talent, but just because it never hurt to have a senior officer help steer you up the river of promotion. The current was always against you.
Most Sundays after church, Dazz would come over to Uncle Cleo’s spacious house in Cantonments for lunch. Today, the two men’s wives had left on an outing with Dazz’s two young daughters. Uncle and nephew sat on the cool back porch to relax and drink beer.
Laryea had some news for his nephew. “IGP Akrofi has asked me to join President Bannerman’s task force on elimination of corruption.”
“Congrats!” Dazz said. “You must be happy about that, Uncle Cleo. You’ve wanted something like that for a long time.”
“These commissions and task forces on corruption have come and gone,” Cleo said, wiping a line of beer foam from his upper lip, “but this may be the first of our presidents who is deadly serious about it. Others have merely paid lip service.”
“Let’s hope it works this time,” Dazz said. “But what if Bannerman doesn’t get back in power?”
“He’s almost certain to. Evans-Aidoo, the standard bearer of the opposing party, is dead. His running mate doesn’t have anywhere near Aidoo’s magnetism.”
“That’s certain.”
How is the Panther Unit treating you?” Laryea asked.
“Everything is fine, Uncle.”
Laryea rose as his phone began to ring from somewhere in the sitting room. It took some searching to locate it under a pile of newspapers. It was Yemo Sowah calling.
“Ei, Yemo!” Laryea said. “Good morning! I’m doing well, and you?”
Both men slipped into Ga, their mutual mother tongue. Laryea wandered back to the patio as he was talking and sat down again. They chatted as old friends about this and that.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you how Emma Djan has been working out at the agency,” Laryea asked, as the conversation drifted inevitably toward work—something they tried, and always failed, not to do.
“She’s very good,” Sowah said. “Thank you for referring her to me. I’m grateful.”
“Did she ever reveal the real reason she left CID?” Laryea asked.