Ipswich Intrigue
"Insurance investigator Nneka is sent to catch a fraudster—but the thick Ghanaian woman she's investigating seduces her into questioning everything she thought she knew."
The claim was suspicious.
House fire. Total loss. The thick Ghanaian woman who'd filed it was beautiful, composed, and—Nneka was certain—lying.
"I've told you everything," Akosua said during the interview.
"I don't think you have."
"Then ask better questions."
Those eyes held secrets Nneka wanted to uncover.
The investigation required close surveillance.
Nneka followed Akosua for days, watching her routines. The woman was careful, elegant, and very aware she was being watched.
One evening, Akosua turned around.
"If you're going to follow me, you could at least buy me dinner first."
"This is an investigation."
"And?" She smiled. "Investigate me over wine."
Dinner was a mistake.
Akosua was charming, intelligent, thick in ways that made Nneka's professional objectivity crumble.
"I know why you're here," Akosua admitted. "I didn't start that fire."
"The evidence—"
"Was planted. By my ex-husband. He wanted the insurance money. I'm being framed."
"And I should believe you?"
"You should investigate properly." Her foot found Nneka's under the table. "Thoroughly."
The investigation continued.
But now Nneka was investigating the ex-husband too. Finding inconsistencies. Growing doubts.
And growing closer to Akosua.
"This is inappropriate," Nneka said during one of their "interviews."
"So is framing your ex-wife." Akosua moved closer. "I want justice. But I also want you."
"I can't—"
"You can. After you close the case."
The ex-husband was arrested two weeks later.
Evidence of fraud. Evidence of arson. Evidence of a scheme to frame an innocent woman.
Nneka closed the case. Then opened a new chapter.
"Now?" Akosua asked.
"Now."
In Akosua's temporary flat, they celebrated justice.
And each other.
Thick bodies tangled together, professional distance forgotten.
"This was your plan all along?" Nneka asked.
"Getting framed? No. Meeting you? The universe provides."
"And seducing me?"
"That was definitely intentional."
Ipswich's insurance company never knew their best investigator had fallen for a subject.
But justice had been served.
And sometimes, Nneka learned, the truth was worth pursuing in every sense.