Shanghai Redemption (15 page)

“Zhang Zhang was working there as a clerk then. About two years ago, he left and started the PI agency. It really is a niche market—take today's job, for example. A rich woman wants us to find evidence against her cheating husband, and she offers to pay twenty thousand yuan—all in cash. What I need to do is to get pictures of her husband in a notorious foot-washing salon—in the company of a half-naked girl.”

“That's not bad—I mean the pay,” Tang said, helping himself to a spoonful of the green shepherd's purse blossoms mixed with dried shrimp.

“From time to time, we also have to go to one of those fancier nightclubs. There are so many Big Bucks and high officials there, as your squad knows only too well. Oh, I just heard a new Q and A joke. In today's China, who is the most formidable force in exposing corrupt officials? Their wives and ernai! It's so true. Of course, it's because they are desperate and capable of doing anything. That's why it's such a profitable market for us. Just the other day I went to a notorious nightclub on Wuning Road. You must know it. It's called … damn it, my old memory really sucks. What's the name of it?”

This story was not entirely fiction, improvised for Tang's benefit. Old Hunter, in his work as a PI, had visited some of those nightclubs, though not the one on Wuning Road.

“Those notorious nightclubs,” Tang said, echoing Old Hunter's phrase, his face slightly flushed from the beer. “You're right about that. My job takes me to those places frequently. But there's one difference. At your agency, you don't have to worry about politics. Not so for us.”

Tang didn't go on, staring instead into the empty cup before him. Old Hunter signaled the waitress to bring over two more Qingdao, and said, “Anything can be political in today's China. It's really too much for me. There are so many unheard of or unimaginable practices going on in those places. I feel so ancient.”

“The government wants to give the appearance that we're fighting against corruption,” Tang said, jumping back into the conversation with growing enthusiasm. “So the squad puts on the occasional show. But we have to move carefully. I've learned that lesson the hard way.”

“Really?”

“I was almost kicked off the squad for asking about a possible connection between a nightclub and someone in the city government. Party Secretary Li flew into a rage. I would have been fired on the spot, had all the squad members not begged him for my sake. As a man getting close to retirement, do I have any choice?”

“No. No, you don't. Not when jackals and wolves run amuck in this country. That's one of the reason I'm so into Suzhou opera. It represents a different world—that of law, of justice, and of everything you can't find in the real world today.” Old Hunter continued, draining his cup, “Oh, yes, I remember. That nightclub on Wuning Road is the Heavenly World. By the way, there was some disturbance there a couple of days ago. Have you heard of anything about it?”

“How did you know?”

“I went there that night, but long after everything had happened. I was there after eleven thirty, and people were talking about something like a police raid. But apparently no one was caught. No one seemed to have any idea about what really happened, so of course it was all anyone could talk about.”

“An unexpected disturbance at a place like that should actually be expected.” Tang's answer was curt.

A seasoned cop like Tang would not let his falcon loose without spotting a rabbit first. Old Hunter, sighing inaudibly, leaned over to pop another bottle of beer.

“I used to be so proud of my job. The People's police, the proletarian dictatorship, and all that. But now I'm too old to be befuddled by the editorials in the
People's Daily
. What's the point of us working our butts off for those fattened red rats? At the agency, at least I earn my money without getting involved in dirty politics.”

“But I still work at the bureau. So does your son, Detective Yu,” Tang said slowly. “He was the longtime partner of Chief Inspector Chen. Have you heard anything from him lately?”

That sounded like a probe. Old Hunter chewed on a frog leg with his remaining good teeth before responding, “Nothing. Chen knows better than to contact Yu with the way things are now. When I think about Chen's trouble, I can't help but feel even more justified in taking on the PI job. Let me make a suggestion, Tang.”

“What's that?”

“Why don't you start working for the agency now? Just part-time. Over the weekend, let's say. A simple visit to a nightclub could fetch you a thousand yuan.”

“That's really something.”

“Start working on the side now, and by the time you're retired, you'll be an experienced PI. A number of agencies will be interested in you. I know a few people in this line of work, and I'll introduce you to them.”

“That's fantastic. You would be doing me a huge favor, Old Hunter.”

“If we old-timers don't help one another,” Old Hunter said after a deliberate pause, “who will?”

“Exactly. For old-timers' sake,” Tang said, raising the cup. “Now, what were we talking about before you opened this bottle? Oh yes, the disturbance at that nightclub. Believe it or not, I was there that night. We were on some sort of a special mission. It was one of the raids I don't know anything about, either before or after.”

“It sounds just like a suspenseful Suzhou opera. Go ahead, Tang. Now I'm all ears.”

“In our squad, it's no secret that these raids are often performed for political reasons. For example, when people start loudly complaining about the ‘moral landslide,' or when there happens to be a political campaign to fight sex crime, then the number of raids our squad is set out on increases. It's more like a show than it is police work. How could those salons and clubs have mushroomed up in the city otherwise? Here, in our undeveloped neighborhood, if you walk along Wulian Road for ten minutes, you'll see four or five Wenzhou Massage Palaces or Yangzhou Foot Paradises.”

“In Socialism with Chinese characteristics, that's definitely one of the characteristics.”

“Since these places can be very connected politically, it's not uncommon that we don't know anything about a raid beforehand. Ji, the head of our squad, frequently is the only one with any information, and even that may be no more than some vague clue about the target. It was like that this time. Without any notice, we were sent to a city government office, where a gray-haired man pulled Ji aside and whispered instructions in his ear. Outside, there was a black van waiting for us. The driver was a stranger, who drove in silence the whole way. It wasn't until the van pulled up on Wuning Road that I realized why everything was so secretive.”

“Why, Tang?”

“It was the neon sign of the Heavenly World. It was the one place we never dreamed of touching. There are so many stories about the owner being connected to the very top. The government might occasionally slap at a fly, but not at a tiger like that. So I was excited that the city government was finally determined to crack it.

“But then we were told not to rush in but to maintain silence instead. A manager came out to discuss something with Ji, and then he led us to the elevator in the back. In silence, and taking care not to disturb any of the clubgoers, we were taken straight to a large luxurious suite on the second floor. So the Heavenly World is still untouchable except for—”

“Except for one man who was there. You've got it right, Tang. Sorry for the interruption. Please go on.”

“When we got to where we were going, it was a large suite that was decorated for some event. It looked like a party had just finished. There were drinks and snacks still scattered around, a long table with books on it, and some chairs here and there, but there was no one in the room. Then a faint sound came from an attached room. We burst in on two girls sprawled on a large bed. One had greenish paint on her bare breasts, and something like whiskers painted on her face. The other was stark naked, with only a towel wrapped about her groin. They were shocked speechless at first, and then became hysterical and started screaming. The manager seemed to be no less astonished. It took him several minutes to sort things out with the sobbing, stuttering girls.

“Apparently, they'd been entertaining someone in that room, but then he got a call and stepped out. He left not five minutes before we got there. They didn't know anything about him, not even his name. But he was a very important client, obviously, because a Big Buck had booked them both for that man—those two in particular—and had paid for the full service. They were just waiting for him to come back when we broke in.”

“So where was the mysterious client?”

“I haven't finished yet, Old Hunter. We were told to wait for him. We turned off most of the lights so the room was as before, and we stood there, holding our breath. Nobody came back. After about ten minutes, the manager got a phone call from the security. There's no telling what they really discussed, but from what I overheard, there was no sign of the man anywhere in the building.

“Then the manager called someone and reported their failure to find the man. He talked apologetically. Ji looked on with confusion written on his face, just like the rest of us. Whatever was going on, it was a raid carried out on specific instructions from someone higher up. A young cop in the squad suggested that we search the other rooms in the nightclub, but we were told not to bother.

“There was no point waiting there any longer—our target had obviously fled, so we left quietly. With a group of seven or eight cops in the club, none of us dressed like regular clients, not to mention the screams and shouts of the two girls when we burst into the inner room, it's no surprise that some ‘disturbance' was noticed.”

“What a story,” Old Hunter exclaimed. “Did you hear anything more afterward?”

“We were told not to talk to others about it—and in particular, not a single word was to be spoken outside the department. Of course, you're not an outsider.”

“Of course. I won't say a word to anyone,” Old Hunter said, raising the cup again. “Have you talked to Ji?”

“Not about any of the specifics. To us, he simply said that it might be just as well.”

“Why do you think he said that?”

“I think Ji might have guessed something. The target in question might have been someone important, possibly a high-ranking official. If a powerful person is caught, there can be consequences for the squad. Ji usually keeps to himself, you know. That's why he was made the head of the squad.”

“A different question. Do you remember which room at the nightclub?”

“As I said, it was on the second floor. It was the one overlooking the street … let me think. Suite 230. Why do want to know?”

“I'm just curious. A Suzhou opera singer has to grasp all the details,” Old Hunter said. “Who was the manager that met you outside the club?”

“I have no idea. He didn't introduce himself to us. Likely he was the boss there—or one of the bosses. The girls knew him. They were cringing, speaking of him in awe.” Tang went on, after finishing the last spicy catfish nugget in the earthen pot. “Now that I think about it, there was something else weird. Usually, raids like this are reported in the newspapers the next day. This one wasn't.”

“It must have been a setup. What tough luck for the person who arranged it all!” Old Hunter said, shifting the direction of the conversation. “Thanks, Tang. Things in those places can be so complicated.”

What Tang had told him about that night confirmed the suspicions Chen had expressed to Old Hunter when the two had talked in the teahouse.

As Old Hunter sat there, thinking over the implications of Tang's narrative, the beer spilled from his trembling hand.

 

TEN

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING,
Chen found himself at Cai's Noodles, sitting at a mahogany table in a slightly raised section on the second floor. His table was leaning against a quaint lattice window that overlooked the somber green canal. He was one of the first customers. He'd slept badly the night before, so he decided to come as soon as the restaurant opened at six.

The other customers appeared to be locals, mostly in their sixties or seventies and some of them even older. He wondered why they were clustering around the lower section near the staircase, instead of sitting on the second floor, close to the windows with their pleasant views.

A waitress placed saucers of local specialties along with a pot of green tea on the table. The dog-eared, oil-stained menu she handed him spoke for the popularity of the restaurant. He began flipping through its pages. The prices weren't too expensive, especially considering the location of the place. Perhaps Qian was right: the proprietor wasn't so concerned with making money with the restaurant, having made enough elsewhere.

Sipping at his tea, Chen remembered a vacation not too long ago, when he was still a chief inspector. He was waiting for an attractive woman in a tiny eatery, in another city not too far away.…

Now, he was no longer a cop. He was not on vacation. In no mood for romantic fantasies at all.

Last night, he'd gotten another phone call from Old Hunter. The information from Tang confirmed what Chen had suspected. He was the sole target of the raid. The room number, the statements from the two cat girls, the books piled in the room … all of this led to one unmistakable conclusion. The book party had been a setup orchestrated at a higher level and was designed to entrap him.

After the phone call, Chen couldn't fall asleep. He lay there, awake, trying to put the pieces together in his mind, but got nowhere. By morning he was worn out, and haunted by the ominous feeling that he was far from grasping the crucial piece of this puzzle.

The waitress came over to pour him another cup of tea.