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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Besides the lack of faith in Akrofi’s professional effectiveness, Andoh harbored a well-hidden, years-long, personal grudge against the IGP. It sat stubbornly in his psyche like an immovable mass of unrefined cement. But Akrofi was completely unaware of this resentment and even more oblivious to its origin.
SIXTY-FOUR
SIXTY-FOUR
March 25, Accra
Josephine was getting off the phone after a long, trying conversation as James came in from work to find her in the bedroom lost in thought.
“What’s wrong?” he said, stopping in the doorway.
She looked up. “I was talking to one of the administrators at Kwame’s care home, and she’s saying he’ll have to go to a higher level of care.”
“Oh?” James came in, peeling off his jacket and loosening his tie. “What’s going on?”
“His behavior has become more aggressive,” Josephine said glumly. “They don’t know exactly why, but they can’t handle him anymore.”
“Where are they saying he should go?” James asked, sitting beside her.
“There’s a couple of locations—she’ll send me the links so we can take a look.”
“More expensive, I assume?”
“Of course. When does anything get cheaper?”
He put his arms around her, and they lay back on the bed. “It will be okay,” he said.
“The finances?” she asked timorously.
“Of course. You have nothing to worry about. We can manage it just fine.”
She nodded, looking up at the ceiling. A tear ran from the corner of her eye down the side of her face. “I love that boy so much. I want only the best for him.”
“And he will always get it,” James said, wiping the tear away. “Why are you so anxious?”
“Because if President Bannerman loses power, I know you’ll be asked to leave your IGP post. And then all the perks we have right now will vanish.”
“First of all,” James said, “Bannerman is not going to lose the election. He and the party are way ahead at the polls now that Evans-Aidoo is gone. Second, you act as if we’ll suddenly turn broke. I’m a lawyer, I’ll go back to practicing law in the private sector and we’ll have our other source of funds as well, so we’ll be okay, my love.”
He kissed her on the cheek.
“Have they made any headway with that?” she asked. “I mean in finding out who was responsible for Evans-Aidoo’s death?”
“No,” James said, sitting up. “They have not. The BNI is heading up the investigation and as far as I’m concerned, they are a bunch of incompetents—except for a few of them.” He shook his head and got off the bed to undress. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Okay. Dinner will be ready by the time you get out.”