They were in an office in the Central Police Station. Gyan, Mallory, and the officers of the Drug Squad were also in the room.
"Who's the owner of the two bags of powder? At the moment, they're being tested. We'll soon know what the powder is."
"I don't know, sir," Jaheim answered.
"Why did you try to switch suitcases?"
"It was a mistake. I made a mistake in the crush."
Amaga nodded and smiled in a friendly way. "Why then did you try to escape?"
"I think I panicked."
A man in a white coat came into the office and handed Amaga a piece of paper.
"It's been tested, sir. It weighs one kilo."
"Thank you."
The man in the white coat turned around and left the office.
"The powder is cocaine, Mr. Jaheim. Now tell me—why did you break off this name label on the suitcase and put it in your pocket?" Amaga held up the label which had been on Gyan's suitcase.
Jaheim did not answer the question.
"Officer, can I talk to my lawyer on the phone?" he asked.
"Certainly, but answer my question first. Don't forget that because of you, an innocent person is now in prison. We want to find the big dealer who runs the cocaine gang. Your passport shows that you've travelled on the Accra-Amsterdam route many times."
"I'm sorry, sir. I want to talk to my lawyer first."
"Wham!"
Jaheim fell on the floor like a sack of maize. Amaga picked him up. He was now very angry.
"Because of you, innocent people are suffering! Stand up straight. Put your hands behind your back! That's right. Are you going to talk or not? Do I have to repeat the question?"
Amaga raised his right hand again. His large hand was almost twelve inches across.
"I'll talk, sir, I'll talk," Jaheim answered quickly. His head ached and he was still seeing stars.
"Good. Now we'll be friends," Amaga smiled. "Sit down and let's hear your story."
"The cocaine is mine. I was smuggling it for Carol…"
Jaheim's story took fifteen minutes to tell. Then he was taken out to write down his statement, and Emma was brought in.
"I'm not going to spend much time with you," Amaga told her. "Jaheim has told us all about the drug gang. He has told us how you and Carol use innocent people to smuggle cocaine for you. You have been caught. If you co-operate with us, we will get a lighter punishment for you in court.
Are you ready to cooperate?"
"Y… yes," said Emma. She knew that their cocaine business was finished.
Amaga held up the receipt Emma had written for Gyan.
"Peace and Blessing Enterprises—that's Carol's shop. You're the manager, aren't you? You wrote this receipt for Gyan, didn't you?" Amaga stated.
At first, Emma didn't say anything. At last, she spoke.
"Yes, I did write that receipt," she said.
Emma agreed with everything in Jaheim's story.
"Good," said Amaga. "But it's getting late. You must make a phone call. Tell Carol that everything has gone well at the airport. The plane has left for Amsterdam. That's all."
Emma nodded but did not say anything.
Amaga spoke quietly. "Remember! You must not warn her. If she escapes before we get to her house, you'll be sentenced to ten years in prison. You will also lose everything you bought from your drug money. Do you understand?"
Emma thought of the big house she had built at the Achimota Forest.
"Yes," she answered, and she picked up the phone.
A squad woman picked up another phone and listened to her call.
"What did Carol say?" Amaga asked
Emma when she put down the phone.
"She's invited me to have a glass of
champagne with her."
The squad woman nodded that Emma was speaking the truth.
"Now," said Amaga, "I want you to draw a plan for Carol's house. We're going to join her for a glass of champagne."
Amaga went into Fosu's office.
"Chief, do you want to come with us? We're going to the drug dealer's," Amaga said, smiling. "I know you like champagne."
"Sure. I'm bored with all these papers. Where?"
"Behind the Odum Estate."
"Are we going with the same people?" Fosu stood up.
"Yes, and two more. We'll be nine in all. We'll need another car."
"We'll be with you soon. Please bring our two young detectives here."
Amaga went out and came back with Gyan and Mallory. They were smiling happily.
"Your plan has worked. You must be feeling very happy." Fosu shook hands with them both.
"Now we are going to the drug dealer's house. You can go home now. Come back tomorrow morning. We hope to have good news about your friend, Charles. He will soon be a free man. Goodnight."
There were tears of joy in Mallory's eyes as she left the office with Gyan.
When they had gone, Fosu picked up the phone.
"Bring me my gun—the Browning Automatic—and ten rounds of ammunition."