,” as it was popularly known. He wondered where one could get some in Takoradi. The wife and kids weren’t around. This was a good time to do it. He growled at himself for thinking about it and then began to bargain with himself. If he smoked some
wee, he might see things in this murder case more clearly. That’s what had happened to him in the last investigation.
Stupid. He gave himself a mental slap across the face. You are not going out to hunt for marijuana. It disturbed him that he was even contemplating the idea. What he needed right now was some light, some noisy TV, and a couple of boisterous kids to keep him busy and banish these cravings. It was too dark, too quiet, and he was lonely.
His mind swung back to the investigation. Multiple locations were involved in the Smith-Aidoo murders. Dawson needed to see the site of the presumed ambush and kidnapping a few kilometers away from Ezile Bay. The killers might have shot their victims there, but he doubted that. He believed they had taken them to some secluded beach and murdered them there. That too, if Dawson ever found it, would become a crime scene. After that, they had been launched out to sea, ending up at the Thor Sterke oil rig sixty kilometers offshore. Dawson would be able to investigate the ambush area when he visited Ezile over the weekend, and in time, he hoped to find the location of the beach from which the canoes launched. He propped himself up on his elbow. What about the perimeter around the Malgam oil rig where the canoe had drifted bearing the two dead bodies? It was analogous to a situation on land in which someone is murdered in one location and their body is dumped in another. Therefore, the area surrounding the oil rig had been a crime scene. The importance of thoroughness was not lost on Dawson. Neither Hammond nor any of his team had gone out to the rig, but as a good detective, Dawson felt he had to do everything in his power to get there, especially if he was one day to appear in court to testify against the Smith-Aidoos’ murderer. Dawson had seen too many detectives go down in flames as the defendant’s solicitor made a mockery of the fact that they hadn’t familiarized themselves with the crime scene.
As Dawson drifted off to sleep, he thought eagerly about the next day, Friday. Chikata, his detective sergeant, would be coming up to Takoradi, and later in the day-best of all-Christine and the boys. Dawson could hardly wait.
