Lola was not so much a town as it was a muddy scar carved into the edge of the immense, suffocating Guinean rainforest. The air

Patrice swept the thick stack of CFA notes into the deep pockets of his worn woollen sweater. His cloudy amber eye gleamed with satisfaction. “Two

He looked at the torn, bloody ropes still clinging to his wrists. The name “Nana Kwame Mensah” was supposed to be a flawless legal fiction.

Before Diallo’s finger could depress the trigger, the heavy iron barricades exploded inward in a shower of rust, splinters, and rain. A massive, reinforced Renault