A Loyal Character Dancer - [Chief Inspector Chen Cao 02] (42 page)

“It’s a decision,” Catherine said, “in the interests of the two countries.”

“Liu cannot win with both the government and the triads against him,” Chen said. “And his wife would never forgive him for giving up everything for another woman.”

“You don’t have to go on.” Wen stood up with resolve in her eyes.

“Liu does not want you to leave, because he is concerned about you.” Chen continued. “I am too. I’ll keep in close touch with Inspector Rohn. Feng will not be able to bully you like before. If there is anything Inspector Rohn can do for you, I’ll make sure she does it.”

“Yes, I will do my best to help you,” Catherine said, grasping Wen’s hand. “Trust me.”

“All right. I’ll leave,” Wen said hoarsely. “But I want you, Chief Inspector Chen, to guarantee that nothing will happen to Liu.”

“Yes, I guarantee it,” he said. “Comrade Liu has done a great service by protecting you. Nothing will happen to him.”

“There is one thing I can do,” Catherine said. “I will assign you a special post office box number. You cannot write to anyone directly, but you can write to this number, and your letters will be forwarded to Liu or anyone else. And you will receive his, too.”

“One more thing, Inspector Rohn and Chief Inspector Chen. I must go back to Fujian before I leave China.”

“Why?”

“I left some papers behind in my hurry. And the poetry collection.”

“We’ll have Detective Yu bring them to Shanghai.” Chen said.

“I have to go to my son’s grave,” Wen said in a voice that seemed to leave no room for further argument. “For a last look.”

Chen hesitated. “We may not have enough time, Wen.”

“She wants to say good-bye to her son,” Catherine intervened. “It’s only human nature for a mother to want to bid farewell to her son.”

He did not want to appear cold-blooded, though this seemed excessively sentimental to him. He refrained from saying anything more. The very unreasonableness of Wen’s request made it intriguing.

* * * *

Chapter 31

here are we going now?” Catherine Rohn asked Chen in the taxi.

“The Suzhou Police Bureau. I called their director. If Wen had decided to stay, Liu could have whisked her away. I had to call on the local cops for help, to put some men outside his place.” He added, “And for their protection, too.”

“So you’re not that trusting even of a fellow poet?”

He did not respond to her question. “We’d better leave Suzhou as soon as possible. Have you heard of the proverb ‘There can be many dreams in a long night.’ “

“No.”

“It’s like an English one—’There’s many a slip betwixt the cup and the lip.’ If we must go to Fujian, I want to take Wen there today. Anything is possible with those gangsters. To get the earliest train or airplane tickets, we need the help of the local police.”

“She told me a lot about her life while you were with Liu upstairs. I feel terribly sorry for Wen. That’s why I supported her request, Chief Inspector Chen.”

“I understand,” he said. Suddenly he felt exhausted, and he spoke little the rest of the way.

The moment they entered the reception room of the Suzhou Police Bureau, Director Fan Baohong burst in. “You should have informed us earlier of your visit, Chief Inspector Chen.”

“We arrived only yesterday, Director Fan. This is Inspector Catherine Rohn, of the U. S. Marshals Service.”

“Welcome to Suzhou, Inspector Rohn. It’s a great honor to meet you.”

“I’m so happy to meet you, Director Fan.”

“It must take an important investigation to bring both of you to Suzhou. We’ll do whatever we can do here to assist you.”

“It’s a sensitive international case, so I cannot give you the details,” Chen said. “Are your people still stationed outside Liu’s residence?”

“Yes, Chief Inspector Chen.”

“Keep them there. I have to ask you another favor. We need three tickets to Fujian as soon as possible, by air or by train.”

“Honghua,” Fan shouted to a young woman officer sitting at the front desk outside. “Check on the earliest available tickets to Fujian.”

“We appreciate your help, Director Fan,” Catherine said.

“Now let’s move into my office. It is more comfortable there,” Fan said.

“No, please don’t bother,” Chen said. “We have to leave soon. The fewer people know about this, the better.”

“I understand, Chief Inspector Chen. I will not say a single word to anyone—”

“Excuse me, Director Fan.” The young woman officer appeared in the doorway. “I’ve got the information for you. There’s no direct flight from Suzhou to Fujian. Our guests have to go back to Shanghai first. There will be a flight from Shanghai at three thirty in the afternoon. On the other hand, there is an express train from Suzhou to Fujian this evening, leaving at eleven thirty. The trip takes about fourteen hours.”

“We’ll take the train.” Chen said.

“But all the soft sleepers are sold out. We can get only hard sleepers.”

“Go and tell the railway bureau: We must have soft sleepers,” Fan said. “If necessary, they can put on an additional car.”

“You don’t have to do that, Director Fan.” Catherine said. “Hard sleeper will be great for me. In fact, I prefer it.”

“Inspector Rohn wants to see the real China,” Chen explained. “Traveling in hard sleeper like an ordinary Chinese traveler will be an experience for her. It’s settled. Three tickets.”

“Fine, if Inspector Rohn insists.”

“Tell this to your people outside Liu’s residence,” Chen said. “Liu will accompany a woman to the train station this evening. If they are heading in that direction, follow them at a distance. If not, stop them. In the meantime, watch out for any suspicious people.”

“Don’t worry. That is their job.” Fan took a glance at his watch. “Now, we have several hours before us. For Inspector Rohn’s first visit, let’s have a typical Suzhou dinner. What about the Pine and Crane Restaurant?”

“I have to take a rain check for dinner, Director Fan,” Chen said, standing up.

“Well, we will see you at the station then,” Fan said, accompanying them to the doorway, where Honghua handed over two bamboo containers. “Suzhou souvenirs. A pound of tea for each of you. First-class Cloud and Mist, a special product for the emperors in ancient China.”

It might have cost five hundred Yuan at Shanghai First Department Store, though probably it would have cost Fan much less—from tea plantations patrolled by Fan’s men. Still, it was a valuable present.

“Thank you, Director Fan. I’m overwhelmed.” It would be a good gift for his mother, a connoisseur of fine tea. Chen felt bad for not having phoned her before he left Shanghai.

It took ten minutes for them to get back to the hotel, and less than five minutes for him to pack. He went to her room, where he called Liu, informing him of the travel arrangements. Liu agreed to accompany Wen to the station.

The next call was to Detective Yu. “We’ve found Wen Liping, Detective Yu.”

“Where, Chief Inspector Chen?”

“In Suzhou. Staying with Liu Qing, a high-school classmate. A poet in that anthology. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you more about it back in Shanghai. We are taking tonight’s train to Fujian, to pick up a few things at Wen’s place.”

“Great. I’ll meet you at the Fujian railway station.”

“No, don’t. Peiqin will be waiting for you at home. Return by air today. We have a special budget. Don’t tell the locals about our plan.”

“I see. Thanks, Chief.”

Finally Chen phoned the Fujian Police Bureau. A junior officer, surnamed Dai, said Superintendent Hong was not in the office.

“I want your people to meet me at the railway station with a car at one tomorrow afternoon. Preferably a van.” Chen did not mention that Catherine Rohn and Wen Liping would be with him.

“No problem, Chief Inspector Chen. It’s an internationally important case, we all know.”

“Thanks.” Chen put down the phone, wondering how all of them could have known that.

Catherine called her headquarters in Washington, where it was early morning. She left a message, saying she would be bringing Wen back in a couple of days.

It was a few minutes past five. They still had several hours to spend in Suzhou. She started taking her things out of the closet to pack. He felt time weighing heavily on him. Staring out the window, he realized for the first time that they were surrounded by dilapidated buildings. Perhaps the hotel was too close to the railway station.

“What does the phrase
folk east of the river
mean?” Catherine asked, as she put her cosmetics into a small bag.

“It means the people at home who have high hopes for you. Lord Chu was defeated in a battle around 200 B.C. and declared that he was unable to face his folk east of the river. So by the Wu River, he committed suicide.”

“I’ve seen a tape of a Beijing Opera called
Farewell to His Imperial Concubine.
It is about the proud Lord of Chu, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s him.” Chen was not in the mood to talk more.

He was increasingly uneasy about this trip back to Fujian. Wen had appeared so determined, yet every delay increased her risk.

He excused himself and went to smoke a cigarette. There were people at one end of the corridor, holding plastic basins filled with clothes. They were carrying their laundry to the public laundry room the hotel manager had shown him—a long concrete groove with a number of faucets. There was no such thing as a washing machine around here. He walked to a window at the other end. Next to it was a door opening to a flight of steps, which led to a small concrete platform, a part of the flat roof. There a young woman was busy hanging her wet clothes on the clothesline. Wearing a slip with thin straps, bare legged and bare of foot, she looked like a gymnast ready to perform. A young man emerged from behind the clothes and embraced her in spite of the beads of water glistening on her shoulders. A couple on their honeymoon trip, Chen guessed, his eyes squinting from the cigarette smoke.

Most of the people here were not affluent and had to endure the inconveniences of a cheap hotel, but they were contented.

He wondered whether he had done the right thing for Wen.

Was Wen going to have a good life with Feng in that faraway country? She knew the answer. That’s why she had chosen to stay in Suzhou. With the best years of her life already wasted in the Cultural Revolution and its aftermath, Wen was trying to hang on to the last remnant of her dreams by staying here with Liu.

What had he done? A cop was not paid to be compassionate.

Some unexpected lines came to him as he stared out of the window...

“What are you thinking about?” Inspector Rohn came to his side by the window.

“Nothing.” He was upset. But for their interference, Wen might have stayed on with Liu, though he knew it was not fair to blame Inspector Rohn. “We have done our job.”

“We’ve done our job,” she repeated. “To be exact, you have done it. A wonderful job, I have to say.”

“A wonderful job indeed.” He ground out the cigarette on the windowsill.

“What did you say to Liu in his study?” she asked, touching his hand lightly. She must have sensed the change in his mood. “It couldn’t have been easy for you to bring him around.”