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
- Part One
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
“Where were you and Clement and Mr. Ponsu at that time?”
“Clement stayed with Mr. Ponsu, hiding in the kitchen to listen to what all she was saying. I waited outside. When Emma was leaving, I think Nii secretly told her we were there, so she tried to run away, but I was there.”
“And what happened?”
Clifford cleared his throat again. “I gave a blow here.” He touched his temple. “We tied her hands and her feet. First we went to Kweku Ponsu’s house—”
“In Accra?”
“Yes please. Mr. Ponsu said he was going to stay there, and then we tied a bag with some rocks around the girl’s feet.”
“What was that for?”
“Mr. Ponsu told us to drown her in the Volta River.”
“By throwing her off the Adome Bridge.”
Clifford kept his head bowed. “Yes please.”
Two floors down in the DCOP’s office, Laryea was questioning the other twin.
“Clement, on April third, a certain white man called Mr. Tilson was thrown into the river from the Adome Bridge. Was that what Mr. Ponsu told you to do? The same thing as the lady last night?”
Clement leaned on his forearms and cracked his knuckles repeatedly, trying to imagine what Clifford would say. In his mind he could hear Clifford saying there was no point in trying to lie, especially if that would cause them to be separated forever. Clement could not bear to be apart from his brother.
“Ponsu told us to go to the white man’s house in the night,” he began.
“Around what time?”
Clifford cast back. “Around two or three. In the morning, I mean. He said we should go there and pretend we are Mr. Labram, the one who owns the house, so that the white man will open the door, then we should beat him and take him to the bridge.”
“And throw him inside the river?”
“Yes please.”
“And so that’s what you did.”
“Yes please.”
“Where was Mr. Ponsu at that time?”
“In the house. At Atimpoku.”
“So, after you threw the white man in the river, what did you do?”
“We returned to the house and report to Mr. Ponsu that we have done everything.”
“And then?”
“We went to sleep.”
EIGHTY-NINE
EIGHTY-NINE
At Monday morning briefing, Emma was subdued and her heart was in her mouth. She was about to face Mr. Sowah to tell him the entire story of how she had disobeyed him and continued to investigate the death of Mr. Tilson. But she imagined Sowah knew something about it already because Dazz had heard her story from Laryea, and she was sure the DCOP had informed Sowah as well.
At the end of the meeting, Sowah beckoned her to come with him to his office and she felt like she was walking to an execution.
They sat down together on the sofa.
“First of all,” Sowah said, “how are you feeling? Are you okay?”