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- ONE
- One day earlier
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- THIRTY
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- NINETY
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- NINETY-THREE
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- NINETY-SIX
- NINETY-SEVEN
- NINETY-EIGHT
- NINETY-NINE
- GLOSSARY
- Acknowledgments
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“Oh, chaley.” He laughed. “How be, sis?”
“By God’s grace. And you?”
“I’m good, oo. Are you at work?”
“Yes, I am. What’s up?”
“I have a question for you.”
“Okay,” Emma said. “Go ahead.”
“You go to some place every Sunday—what is it called?”
“Autism Center.”
“Ah, autism. I see. Those children, they can’t talk, or what?”
“Some do, some don’t. For example, Kojo, my favorite is thirteen years old and up till now, he doesn’t speak, but he can draw very well. Why do you ask about it?”
“Some guy told me they be devil children. Is it true?”
“No, it’s not,” Emma said. “As for we Ghanaians, as soon as we fear something or don’t understand it, then we call it juju, or the devil, or curses. But it’s not like that.”
“Ah, okay. What about his mother and father?”
“His father, I have no idea where he is,” Emma said. “But Abena, his mother is a very nice woman. Normally, they visit me on Sunday evenings. Why don’t you come to my house this Sunday to meet them?”
“Okay,” Bruno said, with a slight hesitation. “I will do that.”
When Emma ended the call, she toyed with a happy fantasy that Bruno would be quite taken by Kojo and might show an interest in helping at the Autism Center. Somehow, though, she didn’t believe that would happen.
SIXTY-EIGHT
SIXTY-EIGHT
June 19
After much back and forth, a court order to the Apple Corporation granted the American Embassy Legat office in Accra access to Gordon Tilson’s iCloud emails. Had those emails never been stored in the cloud, the FBI would never have seen any of these messages no matter how hard they tried to persuade Apple to enable them to break into Tilson’s phone.
Gordon Tilson
February 24 at 8:05 a.m.
Re: Ghana
To: CGuttenberg
Hey Cas—thought about what we discussed, but seriously, I feel like I should cut my losses and just get the hell out.
~
Casper Guttenberg
February 24 at 12:32 p.m.
Re: Ghana
To: GTilson
Ok, got it. I guess I understand, though I’m disappointed—not in you personally, that’s not what I’m saying, but occasionally, a chance to make an impact comes along, and I was hoping you would take that chance.
There are signs that lots of Internet scam survivors are taking back the power by going to Ghana and confronting them. Watch this YouTube clip https://bit.ly/2CFEDi8 in which a European woman went to Ghana to hunt down her scammer. She got him, he was arrested and his house and car, both ill-gotten, were sold off by the authorities and the funds returned to the her. Very satisfying.
~
Gordon Tilson
February 24 at 8:57 a.m.
Re: Ghana
To: CGuttenberg