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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“Not at the time, but I learned about it later. I don’t like to engage in ‘I told you so,’ but I had advised Mr. Tilson to stay away from Ponsu. After that, I never spoke to him or heard from him again.”
“We now know from the driver, who took Mr. Tilson up to Atimpoku, that Tilson had an ugly verbal altercation with Ponsu,” Sowah said.
Sana said, “I don’t doubt it.”
“What do you think has happened to Mr. Tilson?”
Sana shook his head slowly. “I doubt he’s still alive.”
“Murdered?”
“Look, if he was in a car crash or something of that nature, we would know by now. So, the question at hand now is who murdered him and where is he? Buried somewhere? Thrown over a cliff? I don’t know.”
“How about thrown over a bridge?” Sowah said. “We have an eyewitness who saw something that looked like a body being dumped over the Adome Bridge into the Volta on the night of Gordon’s disappearance.”
“Really.” Sana leaned back in his chair, discomposure showing even with his mask hiding his expression. “Oh. That’s not good at all. Have you informed the police?”
“This morning I spoke to DCOP Laryea about possibly getting some divers to search the river, but things move at a snail’s pace at CID and I don’t expect anything to happen soon in that regard. Meanwhile, Emma has asked some local fishermen to keep a lookout while they’re on the river.”
“Good,” Sana said.
“I’m curious, Mr. Sana,” Sowah said, “have the police ever spoken to you about Tilson?”
“No, they haven’t,” Sana said. “Like you, they probably didn’t know of any connection between the two of us. Besides, on this issue they might want to avoid me like the plague if they’re the ones responsible for Tilson’s death.”
Sowah looked startled. “What do you mean?”
“Consider it. If indeed there are top police personnel involved in these scams, and I’m positive there are, and Mr. Tilson went to Ponsu asking probing questions about some of these same high-level cops that Ponsu is regularly in touch with, that sets up a potentially dangerous situation for Tilson. I don’t need to tell you that one messes with high authority at one’s peril, and one should leave it to the professionals.”
“Do you have a specific person or persons in mind?” Sowah asked.
“No one definite yet,” Sana said. “But I’m working on it.”
Sowah looked at Emma. “Did you have any questions? Anything I missed?”
She leaned toward him and said in a low voice, “His whereabouts.”
Sowah nodded, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Sana. “We will take our leave, now. Thank you very much for your time. This has been very informative. Just one more thing—”