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The interrogation room smelled like cement and old paper. Detective Ochieng placed a thick file on the table and opened it slowly — like a man with all the time in the world. 'Four point seven million shillings passed through your account,' he said. 'Can you explain that?' Ada explained everything …

The interrogation room smelled like cement and old paper. Detective Ochieng placed a thick file on the table and opened it slowly — like a man with all the time in the world. 'Four point seven million shillings passed through your account,' he said. 'Can you explain that?' Ada explained everything — Daniel, the favour, the transfer, the unanswered calls. Ochieng wrote it all down. Then he looked up over his glasses. 'Whether you knew or not — that is for the court to decide.