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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- ONE
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Here and there, she heard a snatch of a comment about how nice the house was and “does Edwin earn that kind of money?” Inevitably, the phrase “sugar mummy,” which Emma despised even more than the “daddy” version, came up. At any rate, if Edwin was aware of murmurings, he didn’t seem to care. He was having a good time. Emma noticed what a “babe magnet” he was, and that it didn’t seem to bother Ginger. Emma decided that she couldn’t be a “serious” girlfriend.
Apart from gossip, bad jokes and general partying behavior, one common topic of discussion was going around, and that was what jaw-dropping scandals Sana Sana’s new exposé, scheduled for Sunday night as all his features were, might bring to light. People were taking wild guesses and making even wilder predictions about who the infamous “Godfather” would turn out to be, but others played down the potential impact of the show, especially Sana’s detractors, and he had many.
A smarmy man had been eyeing Emma from the bar and she was not comfortable with it. She turned and positioned herself out of his line of sight, soon forgetting about him.
“I’m going to the washroom,” she told Courage. He nodded.
The one downstairs was occupied, so she went to the upstairs guest bathroom. Coming out, she was about to return to the party when she heard voices from the room at the other end of the landing. Curiosity got the better of Emma and she tread lightly up to the door, which was open just a crack. Still, it was enough for Emma to see Edwin and the smarmy man talking quietly and looking at something on the bed. Emma adjusted her eye’s view and saw part of what they were studying: a large case containing a rifle, a handgun, and multiple firearm accessories neatly tucked into fitted cutouts.
“You say you’ll only take dollars?” the smarmy man said.
“Yes,” Edwin said. “I don’t deal in cedis.”
“And is the rifle and everything working well?”
“Perfectly.”
“Then why are you getting rid of it?”
Edwin shrugged. “Don’t need it anymore.”
“What about the paperwork?”
“What paperwork? Chaley, no any paperwork! If you want the thing, then bring the dollars and it will be yours. Simple as that.”
“Okay,” the man said sullenly. “I call you.”
This is where I leave, Emma thought, departing for the stairs and still thinking about the formidable weaponry Edwin had been showing the man.
Downstairs again, Courage found her. “I was looking for you.”
“I had to go to the upstairs washroom.”
“Are you having a good time?”
“Sure,” she said.
“What’s on your mind? You look distracted.”
She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“You’re strange sometimes, you know that?”
“Yes,” she said.
He put his arm around her. “Come on, let’s dance.
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