Tracking Down Annahs Azuree: the syndicate

Tracking Down Annahs Azuree: Part One- the syndicate

It was May 13^th in Dakuman, Accra and the clock struck 4:00 am. He was resting in his third single-room apartment because of the nature of work he does.

A call had just come through to him to immediately leave the place. The caller sounded calm but with a distinct urgency in his tone.

The information made available to him indicated that the syndicate has found this particular hiding place and were just ten minutes away.

“Oh, my goodness! What do I do now? Think, think, think,” as he quickly packed his vitals and dashed out of the room.

He stopped a bike man who was doing his early morning hustle. “Take me anywhere” he told him as he jumped on the bike.

“What do you mean by anywhere” the bike man protested.

“Please move the bike forward and I’ll give you directions,” he retorted.

Some metres away from his junction, he told the man to take him to any station in Accra or Circle.

At the station in Accra, he quickly scouted the place and realizing that a Ho-bound vehicle was almost full and ready to leave for Ho, he decided to get to Aflao through Ho.

He took the young man’s mobile number and promised to call him any time he needed his services.

By this time, it was almost 6 am and the vehicle was still waiting for one person.

“What have I gotten into?” he queried himself as the station had suddenly come alive with a lot of human activity.

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Tracking Down Annahs Azuree: Part One- the Syndicate

The Citi Fm news had just begun. In the top story, the Police gave an update on their track down of the cocaine syndicate. The police assured the public that events were under control but they feared that Annahs Azuree might have been gunned down during the combat between the police and the drug barons.

Finally, the last passenger emerged and the vehicle moved out of the station.

“This Azuree guy eh? The day they attack him for this kind of work he is doing, then he will know that ‘water don pass gari’,” a fellow passenger seated close to Azuree said.

“Yes oo,” Azuree himself replied. “He has to be very careful. I don’t even know what his motivation is in this dangerous path he has chosen.  I don’t know why some people can’t just mind their own business,” he added.

The driver was now driving towards the Tetteh Quarshie Interchange. He decided to play the devil’s advocate in the discussion.

“Honestly, I don’t see anything wrong with what this guy and his men are doing. What is wrong if somebody aids the police to fight crime in society?”

As the conversation became heated and intense, Annahs said, “it is when he suffers from it that he will learn. Me, I like people who mind their business.”

“And what is their business?” the driver asked.

They were just about reaching the toll booth when out of nowhere, a police pickup pulled over and ordered their bus to stop. The driver asked what the matter was, but they ignored him.

Tracking Down Annahs Azuree: Part One- the Syndicate

“Everybody, get down!” As they got down and the police made their checks, it turned out that they did not find what they were looking for. They allowed the vehicle to leave as they also entered their pickup and left.

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Annas who knew three of the officers smiled to himself.

“You see what I was saying?” the driver started again. “Don’t you think evil needs to be fought? If they had found something now, how would we all feel.”

“So, what were they looking for anyway?” another passenger asked. “How would I know my brother? Maybe wee or tramadol.”

The car was now moving speedily towards Atimpoku where they made a stopover for some beverages.

On the way, he received a call but it was difficult to talk because it was in connection with the just ended operation in Accra.

“I will call you back sir.” The caller hung up.

Unknown to Azuree, a passenger on board his vehicle knew him but did not know he was involved in any kind of investigative operation. Kwarteng was his name.

Meanwhile, the cocaine barons had met an empty house in Dakuman. Azuree had left five minutes before they finally got to the house. They broke into the room, and ransacked everything possible to get his identity.

After a thorough search and finding no important document except some pieces of papers left on the mattress, they stormed out of the place angrily and headed for their hide-out in Madina. The team got to their hide-out while it was still dawn.

“What will we do now? This Azuree guy has really messed us up. You have to leave the country now.”

Tracking Down Annahs Azuree: Part One- the Syndicate

One of them said, “Yaovi, you have to leave by road now before tomorrow. The road will be very risky to ply because the issue is everywhere so you have to be careful. The car leaves at 6:00am.”

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Annahs felt a tap on his back. He turned around in bewilderment. Recognizing the face and eyes staring straight up at him, he knew that any unnecessary question from him will spell doom.

Kwarteng had been told about the raid in Annahs’ house in Dakuman that morning through a phone from a friend in the neighborhood. They however taught it was a burglary.

“I hope this guy will not ask me any question.”

Before the young man could master the courage to ask any question, Azuree told the driver that he wanted to get down.

As the driver tried to locate a space to park, he began asking Kwarteng about his family and other unrelated questions just to keep him talking.

Before the young man could ask him any question, he was already out of the car and had crossed the road immediately.

To be continued

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