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
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“No,” Sowah answered, “and because of what you told me about her meeting with the commissioner, I didn’t ask her. You and I both know the rumors concerning Andoh and young female recruits. I pray nothing untoward happened to Emma in that regard. If she wants to talk about it, I’m happy to listen. Apart from that, I think it would be too awkward to ask about it.”
“Agreed,” Laryea said. “What cases are keeping you busy these days?”
“You’ve heard about this American man—Tilson—who has disappeared?”
“Yes, I have. He came to Ghana supposedly to meet a woman he met online—or someone he thought was a woman. I’m curious how you came to be on that case, because our DI Damptey is also working on it.”
“Tilson’s son, Derek, came to us,” Sowah explained. “He was dissatisfied with the way Damptey was responding—or not, I should say.”
“I see,” Laryea said. “DI Damptey can be sluggish. I’ll find out what’s going on. Meanwhile, if you learn anything that you can share with CID, I would appreciate hearing about it.”
“Of course, my friend. Well as you mention it, there was something. We have reason to believe Mr. Tilson paid a visit to Kweku Ponsu, the fetish priest, a few days before his disappearance, but we don’t know what the purpose of the visit was.”
Laryea frowned. “Ponsu? What would Tilson have to do with him?”
“That’s the question, my brother. When I find out, I will let you know.” They wished each other a nice Sunday and a productive upcoming week.
“That was Yemo Sowah,” Laryea told Dazz.
“I gathered,” Dazz said. “So, you know something about Emma Djan leaving CID and joining Sowah’s agency?”
“Long story,” Laryea said cryptically.
Dazz smiled, aware he wouldn’t get anything more than that out of his uncle. “I saw her a few days ago while we were on SWAT duty at Kempinski Hotel,” he said. “She was working on that case, the American guy—Tilson? I’m not altogether familiar with the story. What happened, exactly?”
“Well, that’s the question,” Laryea said. “The gentleman lives in the US and was duped by one of these online romance scams. He came to Ghana supposedly to meet the woman he had fallen in love with, only to discover she doesn’t exist. Instead of returning home, Tilson decided to stay in Ghana for some time. But as of the third of April, he has disappeared.”
Dazz raised his eyebrows. “Third April? That’s a long time to be missing.”
His uncle nodded. “I fear he may be have got into trouble. Yemo was telling me on the phone that he has reason to believe Tilson intended to pay a visit to Kweku Ponsu.”
Dazz frowned. “Ponsu? For what?”