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
At first, they didn’t see where the voice came from, but then they realized that Sana Sana was sitting in a corner dressed in black.
“Morning, Sana,” Sowah said, stepping forward to shake hands. “It’s a while since we’ve spoken. This is my assistant, Emma Djan.”
“You are welcome.”
Sana was not wearing his iconic cap with a concealing curtain of beads attached to the visor. Instead, he had donned a lifelike human mask. He gestured toward two guest chairs in front of him. Sowah and Emma sat.
“I’m sorry it’s been difficult to get hold of me,” Sana said. “I’ve been away for a few days.”
“No problem,” Sowah said. “You are a very busy man.”
“How can I help you, sir?”
“We are trying to find out what has happened to an American gone missing in Ghana, one Gordon Tilson. He came to Ghana on the fifteenth of February and was in touch with people back home in the States up until the third of April, at which point he disappeared and has not been heard from since. His son, Derek, arrived in Ghana at the beginning of May and is now our client. As you can imagine, he is desperate to find his father.”
Sana nodded. “Naturally.”
“We’re consulting you because you have your ear to the ground and know a lot about what’s going on in the country at any one time. We’re curious if you have any information—no matter how small—about Mr. Tilson, and his disappearance.”
Sana paused before his response. “It’s very interesting that you come here today because I have also been very interested in what has been the fate of Mr. Tilson. I had heard that he had disappeared and that the police were investigating, and the reason why it has been of interest to me is that Mr. Tilson came to see me.”
Neither Sowah nor Emma could hide their surprise. “He did?” Sowah exclaimed.
“Yes, sir. He contacted me via Facebook Messenger and told me he had read a lot about me and my reporting on Internet fraud and sakawa boys. Now, I don’t respond to everyone who messages me, but his situation interested me because I’ve been working to collect enough cases in which defrauded individuals come from abroad to confront the people who have ripped them off. There aren’t many of them. Okay, so, that’s one aspect of what I’m doing. The second is what I call the Big One. That is to name, shame, and jail high officials in the police force and elsewhere in the government who are secretly aiding and abetting sakawa boys to continue in this illegal, money-making enterprise.