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  1. Part One
  2. ONE
  3. One day earlier
  4. TWO
  5. THREE
  6. FOUR
  7. FIVE
  8. SIX
  9. SEVEN
  10. EIGHT
  11. NINE
  12. TEN
  13. ELEVEN
  14. TWELVE
  15. THIRTEEN
  16. FOURTEEN
  17. FIFTEEN
  18. SIXTEEN
  19. SEVENTEEN
  20. EIGHTEEN
  21. NINETEEN
  22. TWENTY
  23. TWENTY-ONE
  24. TWENTY-TWO
  25. PART TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. SEVENTY-SEVEN
  81. SEVENTY-EIGHT
  82. SEVENTY-NINE
  83. EIGHTY
  84. EIGHTY-ONE
  85. EIGHTY-TWO
  86. EIGHTY-THREE
  87. EIGHTY-FOUR
  88. EIGHTY-FIVE
  89. EIGHTY-SIX
  90. EIGHTY-SEVEN
  91. EIGHTY-EIGHT
  92. EIGHTY-NINE
  93. NINETY
  94. NINETY-ONE
  95. NINETY-TWO
  96. NINETY-THREE
  97. NINETY-FOUR
  98. NINETY-FIVE
  99. NINETY-SIX
  100. NINETY-SEVEN
  101. NINETY-EIGHT
  102. NINETY-NINE
  103. GLOSSARY
  104. Acknowledgments
  105. Continue reading
  106. Part One
  107. ONE
  108. TWO
  109. THREE

“He seems to be much better in his new spot,” she said. “He had become tough for the old place to manage, so we had to move him out. He’s adjusting well.”

“Great to hear that,” Edwin said, smiling. “I’ll never forget that day when he was a baby, long before you took him to UK, how you brought him to see me and I was holding him in my arms. It was so nice.”

Josephine nodded slowly as she thought back on it. “Yes, it was. Whenever I think of that time, I wonder what it would have been like if he had been normal.”

“I know what you mean,” Edwin agreed, “but praise God, Mummy, he is getting very good care in aburokyire.”

“Yes, we thank God,” she said. “How is work—and your friends, Courage and Dazz?”

“They are doing great.” Edwin paused. “Mummy, I want to move to a new place.”

“Oh? Where?”

“On Spintex Road. Two bedrooms. They want two years’ rent in advance.”

That was against the law, but all the landlords did that.

“How much, my dear?” Josephine asked.

“It comes to seventy thousand.”

“Is it a nice place?”

“Very,” Edwin said. “Just a little repair work here and there, which will be easy for me. I can pay some of it—maybe about five thousand.”

“All right, dear,” she said. “I’ll transfer the rest to your account on Monday.”

On the roof, Dazz had noticed Edwin escorting the IGP’s wife. The area inside the perimeter of the CAC was secure, so accompanying the ladies was a courtesy and formality, really, as well as an opportunity for tips, sometimes good ones. The tips made these after-hours events worth their while. Dazz didn’t keep exact track of the time since he had seen Edwin with Mrs. Akrofi and when he put his night-vision goggles to his eyes, it was not for the purpose of “checking up” on them. But as he slowly scanned the perimeter of the property, he passed two figures in the garden area at the far end of the car park and came back to focus on them. Dazz’s head jerked back with surprise at first. He returned his eyes to the goggles to double check that he had really seen what he thought he had seen. Yes, it was indeed Edwin and Mrs. Akrofi locked in an embrace.

SEVENTY-TWO

SEVENTY-TWO

March 23, Accra, Ghana

Meandering around the Internet, Gordon came across a Facebook page titled “Sakawa Boys.” Among the video shorts was one of a reputedly filthy-rich Internet fraudster standing on the second-floor balcony of the West Hills Mall outside Accra while showering elated shoppers below with hundreds of cedi bills. Eventually, the clamor turned into a dangerous stampede in which people got hurt. The comments below the clip ranged from, “This is shameful,” to “This is either totally fake or a publicity stunt.”