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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“And I know how much you wanted to keep it together,” Emma said. “To keep Mr. Akrofi in his elevated position and protect all his secrets. To keep having the ability to travel to the UK several times a year to see your little boy, Kwame. And when that stability was threatened, you had to act.”
Josephine stopped dabbing her eyes. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“Bernard Evans-Aidoo posed a serious threat to President Bannerman’s reelection,” Emma said, “and if Evans-Aidoo defeated him, your husband would be out and both of you would lose the many perks and privileges that come with the IGP position—the travel allowances in particular, which was how you jetted so frequently to Europe, the US, and to the UK to see your autistic son.”
“Why are you saying all this?” Josephine asked with a frown.
“When Edwin said, ‘tell them what the ballistics will show, Mummy,’” Emma continued, “he was referring to the rifle we found at his home. The same one he used to kill Evans-Aidoo.”
Josephine pulled back. “What? Edwin didn’t kill anyone.”
“To protect Bannerman’s reelection and your husband’s continued post as the IGP, you needed Evans-Aidoo dead,” Emma said. “You pressured Edwin to carry out the assassination. You made him feel the obligation to do it for you, his mother. And what son doesn’t feel a duty to his mother?”
Josephine looked bewildered. She looked at Laryea. “I don’t know what she’s talking about. Do you know?”
“And the assassination attempt on Sana Sana was by Edwin as well, wasn’t it?” Laryea said. “Sana Sana was getting too close to the truth, so again, you asked Edwin to eliminate him. Fortunately, he was unsuccessful.””
The IGP’s wife sat up ramrod straight and moved away slightly from Emma. “Why are the two of you attacking me like this?”
“Because you are guilty of a very serious crime,” Laryea said.
“No, no,” Emma said, reclaiming Josephine’s attention. “He may be attacking you, but I am not. I’m on your side in the sense that you have a God-given right to protect your husband and your way of life.”
Laryea said, “Miss Djan, please leave the room. Now. You should not be here in any case.”
“Madam Akrofi is a good woman, sir,” Emma said, turning to him. “She’s responsible for all of the success of the Autism Center. She cares about every single child there as much as she cares for her own Kwame in England. Isn’t that right, madam?” Emma lightly touched the other woman’s shoulder. “I know how much Kwame means to you.”
Josephine nodded, tried to say something, but choked up.