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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Andoh was appalled. In the first place, there was something treacherous about people who went straight to the top with their complaints. Why hadn’t this man come to Andoh first? Secondly, the letter was full of outright hostile language.
“Sir, this . . . this is ridiculous,” Andoh said. He looked at the letter again. “How dare this man? ‘I sincerely hope the house you clean first will be yours?’ It’s insulting. And what is he trying to do, threaten us by telling us he’s working with Sana Sana? And that he’ll be writing something in the what? Washington Observer?”
Akrofi chose to disregard that for the moment. “Where is DI Damptey with the investigation?” he asked.
“I have to get an update from her supervisor, DCS Quaino, but they have been questioning different sakawa boys, both in custody and on the street, to see if there’s a connection with the American man. It’s not true what he’s saying about Damptey not taking any interest.”
“Was there any kind of personality clash between Tilson and Damptey, to your knowledge?”
“No, sir. Not that I know of.”
“All right, listen,” Akrofi said calmly. “This man, Tilson, needs to be checked. I don’t care who he thinks he is. The best way, in my opinion, is to invite him down to your office, have a courteous meeting with him and tell him you will make his case a priority, but for that to take place, he needs to cease and desist from all this nonsense. What he is doing here is not proper at all. If he wants to behave this way, he can go back to the US and find trouble there.”
“Yes, sir, of course,” Andoh said. “On top of it all, this mess he finds himself in is all his own doing. What galls me is his collaboration with Sana Sana, who is probably encouraging him to behave in this arrogant manner.”
Akrofi looked at his watch. “I have a meeting with President Bannerman.” He stood up. “As always, keep this discussion completely confidential, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
The IGP stood up. “Bottom line, you need to stop this Tilson in his tracks. Quickly.”
Back in his office, Andoh brooded. Regarding Gordon Tilson, he agreed with Akrofi on what needed to be done, but Andoh had not always seen eye to eye with the IGP. In such situations, however, the director-general had to hide his feelings and kowtow to his superior. That was just how police hierarchy worked, not to mention Ghanaian society. Andoh didn’t think Akrofi was much good, really. Take the issue of the Cybercrime Division as an example. It was more than nine months ago that Andoh had alerted the IGP to the dire need for more funding. What had Akrofi done? Nothing. In fact, he hadn’t even followed up with Andoh about it. Not a word.