Jude left the police station with a strange feeling in his gut. A crack had appeared in his perfect case. If this ledger existed, it

While Jude was being chauffeured to the affluent neighbourhood of Nhyiaeso for dinner with Justice Boateng, a very different kind of meeting was taking place

The Monday morning sun struggled to pierce through the heavy harmattan haze that hung over the Kumasi Circuit Court. The air was thick with tension,

Note: I have changed the name of the state prosecutor from Justice Asamoah to Jude Asamoah. The Sunday sun rose over Kumasi, indifferent to the

The family left the Chief Inspector’s office, the weight of Amidu’s words pressing down on them like lead. In the corridor, Mr. Mensah placed a

The sterile smell of antiseptic and the harsh fluorescent lights of the Komfo Anokye Teaching Hospital were a jarring contrast to the warm, dusty air

The wail of the sirens faded into the distance, swallowed by the hum of the Kumasi traffic, leaving behind a silence that was heavier and

The morning sun hadn’t yet burned off the mist hanging over the Sofoline Police Station when a courier motorcycle skidded to a halt at the

“What are you suggesting, Accountant?” Osei asked. “Kwesi is flying high right now. But a bird that flies too high is easy to shoot down.