Dawson had to admit it was brilliant. Nothing created more pandemonium than a long, slithery reptile with no legs. In seconds, men came from all directions yelling and waving sticks and cutlasses. Some children and women scattered, but a few were drawn to the direction of the screaming man.

“Snake! Help! Snake!”

Dawson kept his eye on Efia. She was moving back and forth and peering up and down, apparently searching the stampeding crowd for something or someone. The minute she spotted what she was looking for, she sprang forward, and in seconds she had extracted a girl from the mayhem and pulled her away. As she withdrew with the girl, she became relatively isolated and Dawson saw his chance.

He didn’t run because he didn’t want to alarm her, but he moved quickly, with an extralong stride.

Efia and the girl looked up at him, and he realized they were mother and daughter.

“Ndo, Efia.”

“Ndo.”

“Don’t stand here,” Dawson said. “The snake might get you. Come with me where it’s safer.”

Efia hesitated for a moment but then followed him with her daughter in tow. He moved quickly behind the cover of some trees, where they wouldn’t be observed.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, fine, thank you, sir.” She spoke softly. Her voice was like the gentle stirring of air on the skin, light as the tone of a flute. Her shoulders were bare, and she wore a long, wrinkled, dark blue cloth bunched above her breasts and a curious necklace made out of straw. She was one of the loveliest women Dawson had ever seen.

“My name is Dawson,” he said. “I’m from Accra.”

“You are welcome, sir,” she said with a hint of a curtsy as they shook hands.

“This is your daughter?”

“Yes, this is Ama.”

He shook her hand as well. “How are you, Ama?”

“Fine, thank you.”

Dawson could hear the men still beating the bushes hunting for the elusive snake, but he knew he had to hurry. “I work in Accra for the police, and I’m here in Ketanu to try to find out what happened to Gladys Mensah.”

Efia’s eyes widened.

“Don’t be afraid,” Dawson said. “I just have some simple questions to ask you, and I will never tell Togbe, okay?”

She nodded uncertainly.

“Was Gladys a good person to you?” Dawson asked.

Her eyes were downcast. “Yes.”

“She wanted to help you.”

Efia nodded and looked up at the sky while she tried to blink tears away.

“I’m sorry,” Dawson said.

Ama was holding her mother’s hand. Efia tried to pull herself together.

“I know Togbe doesn’t want you to talk to me,” Dawson went on, “but I’m begging you to help. If we’re quick, you can go back to the cooking and no one will know I spoke to you. Can you help me? Not just for my sake, but for Gladys’s and her family’s.”

Efia touched Ama’s shoulder. “Go and stand over there and wait for me.”

Her daughter obeyed and walked out of earshot.

“The morning you found Gladys Mensah, can you tell me what happened?” Dawson asked Efia.

She told him how she had been going to pick plantains for Togbe Adzima. “That’s when I saw her lying there.”

“Did you see anyone else around?”

“No, no one, sir. I was shouting for help, but… no one. Only after I came running out of the forest did I see Mr. Kutu.”

“What happened after you came back with him?”

“He wanted to go and call the inspector, and he told me to stay there until he came back, but I was afraid and I ran away.”

“You came back to Bedome?”

“Yes, and then I told Togbe what had happened, and he went to the place to see for himself”

That grabbed Dawson’s attention. “Togbe went there alone?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long was he gone?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know, sir.”

“Okay, no problem. Efia, did Gladys teach you about AIDS?”

“Yes.”

“And what else?”

“She told us how women can do so many things. Like being a doctor.”

Dawson smiled. “What do you think about that?”

“I believe it, because Gladys herself was like that.”

“Did she want to find a new life for you and Ama?”

“Yes, sir.”

“When was the last time you saw her alive, Efia?”

“The day before I found her in the forest, she came to talk to us in the village. Everyone wanted to hear what she had to tell us, but Togbe wouldn’t allow us to listen to her.”

“What happened next?”

“He and Gladys, they had a bad quarrel. I saw them shouting at each other behind his house.”

“Did you hear what they were saying?”

“She told him how she didn’t like how he treats us, and she said she could call the police to come and take him away. And he became very angry with her and told her to get out of Bedome. He told her…”

“What, Efia? What did he tell her?”

“That she was going to die. The gods would kill her, he told her.”

“And what did she say to that?”

“She laughed at him and turned her back and left.”

“Did Togbe follow her?”

“No. I think he just went into the house to drink.” Efia looked around nervously.

“No one can see you,” Dawson reassured her. “Do you know if Togbe came out of the house a little later?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“I have just one more question. Gladys’s family says she was wearing a silver bracelet the last time they saw her. Did you notice if she was wearing one when you found her?”

Efia cast her mind back. “I’m not sure.”

“Or have you seen a silver bracelet in Bedome? Somebody wearing one?”

She shook her head.

Just then there was a rustling in the bush, and a man appeared carrying a loaded sack on his head. Efia drew her breath in. The man paused in his tracks, stared at them for a moment, and then continued on.

“He knows me,” Efia said, panic gripping her voice. “He knows me. I have to go. Ama, come. Come!”

And grabbing her daughter’s hand, she left Dawson without his being able to thank her.

No snake was ever found, of course. It was concluded that the creature had got away. So after the excitement, things settled back down to normal and the women finished up cooking while more drumming and dancing began.

Dawson smiled approvingly at Fiti as they met up again. “Good job. I wouldn’t have thought of that.”

Fiti tossed his head and looked pleased. “Did you have a chance to talk with Efia?”

Dawson gave him a verbatim account of his conversation.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he said, “Togbe Adzima is our prime suspect. I think he’s clever. He threatened Gladys that the gods would bring about her death and he deliberately said it loudly enough for others to hear. He set it up so when he killed her himself, people would be convinced the gods were responsible, because that’s the kind of thing people believe in. And I think he has that bracelet too. We need to search his house.”

Fiti seemed uncomfortable. He looked away, chewing on his lip as if wrestling with a problem, and for a moment Dawson couldn’t understand what could possibly be the matter. Then it hit him. Consciously or subconsciously, Fiti was afraid to antagonize Adzima. Timothy Sowah had mentioned that even some in the police force were fearful of interfering with the trokosi tradition because the fetish priest supposedly could invoke some terrible punishment by the gods. Here in front of Dawson was that fear in living color.

“I can go in there alone if you like, Inspector Fiti.”

Fiti drew his shoulders up. “No problem. I will go with you.”

The wedding celebration was in full swing. Adzima sat smiling and swigging down schnapps as he watched young women performing the Agbadza dance. Dawson waited by one of the huts as Fiti went up to him and shouted in his ear above the din. Looking annoyed, Adzima rose from his seat and followed Fiti to where Dawson stood.

“Inspector, I am very busy,” Adzima said.

“It won’t take long,” Fiti replied.