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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“You know,” Zeneba said, “some guests I always remember because of how friendly and nice they are. Mr. Gordon is one of those. He often used to get coffee in the mornings and sit over there reading the papers. Oh, a very nice gentleman. I thought he was going to stay longer, but it seems he had to check out earlier than expected.”
“Did he tell you why?”
Zeneba hesitated. “No, he didn’t, but it seemed sudden. Mr. Gordon was having dinner here one night when he got a call. He said, ‘who is this?’ Then after some few seconds, he got up and left without even finishing his meal. That’s the last I saw of him.”
“Ah, I see,” Emma said. “Let me text him again.” Emma tapped out a faux message, waited a short while, and then allowed her shoulders to sag. “What a shame. He can’t make it tonight.”
“Oh, so sorry!” Zeneba said, appearing truly disappointed.
“But it wasn’t all in vain,” Emma said, smiling sweetly. “We had a nice chat. Thank you.”
Emma got out of the hotel just before the presidential motorcade came blasting through the gate. On the phone, she said to Yemo Sowah, “Sir, it seems Mr. Tilson might have received a significant phone call one evening, and he left the hotel very shortly after that.” Emma described what Zeneba had told her.
“Maybe some kind of threat, anonymous or otherwise?” Sowah said. “If that’s the case, who might have threatened Tilson, and why?”
THIRTY-THREE
THIRTY-THREE
May 18
At close of day, DI Doris Damptey still had the same backlog of cases as the beginning. The ragged files would remain stacked on her desk for the foreseeable future, and the pile would undoubtedly grow higher. It was like that at CID Headquarters. Cases lingered.
Damptey had been with the Vehicle Fraud Division for a couple of years, and now the CID bosses had transferred her to the newish Cybercrime Division, CCD, the brainchild of the IGP in concert with President Bannerman. Damptey was part of the Ground Enforcement Team, GET, whose role was to make the physical arrests resulting from online detective work. Honestly, there hadn’t been that many. No one could pretend the CCD had been that active.