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
“It’s just an expression. In other words, if I sack you just because I’m annoyed by your disobedience this one time, I may—no, will—be depriving myself and the agency of a talented, courageous, moral, and all-around good detective. And what would be the point of that?”
Emma broke out into a broad smile. “Thank you, Mr. Sowah. Thank you very much. God bless you.”
NINETY
NINETY
Monday evening, Dazz and Courage helped Edwin pack up his belongings and furniture to move from his house in the suburb of Dansoman to the new place on Spintex Road—definitely a step up. Spintex was an area of high economic activity with houses and strip malls materializing apparently every day. Unfortunately, road paving never happened as quickly as buildings were erected, so the ride to Edwin’s place in his pickup was a jarring test of the vehicle’s suspension.
Neither Courage nor Dazz had seen the house yet, and they were suitably impressed. Unfurnished, it would take a few more chairs and sofas to fill up the sitting room. Two bedrooms, each with a modern bathroom, a kitchen with much more than Edwin’s meager cooking abilities would ever require, and a backyard with enough space to have a good party.
“What!” Dazz exclaimed, each time they followed Edwin into another impressive space.
“This is nice,” Courage agreed. “Congrats.”
After they had moved and carried things around, the guys walked to the corner to buy kelewele, then returned to the house to devour the delicious meal and wash it down with some beer. Edwin had already set up his TV, so they watched music videos for a while and then switched it off.
“I really like the place,” Courage said.
“Yours is even better, Mr. Bill Gates,” Edwin teased.
“No, it’s not. This place is bigger.”
Dazz said, “What am I doing wrong? You guys have nice places and I’m stuck with two tiny rooms for a house.”
“Look, Dazz,” Courage said, “I know your uncle is the DCOP and he’s honest to the last pesewa, but you need to do things for yourself and not worry about what he thinks. I know the guys at the top say we’re not supposed to do certain private jobs for ministers and embassies and so on, but many of us do, and so should you. You can’t make money in the GPS until you get very high up—like the commissioners and so on. And even they have money-making schemes on the side.”
“Yeah,” Edwin said dryly. “Like sakawa. But I agree with what Courage is saying.”
Dazz sat forward. “Edwin, what’s your story?”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I saw you and Madam Akrofi together at the CAC party. I told Courage about it.”
“What are you talking about?” Edwin said defensively. “I only walked her to her vehicle.”