“Of course you can. You have full authority, Chief Inspector Chen. I myself will give Superintendent Hong a call. Whatever political decisions you have to make, the ministry is firmly behind you.”
“Thank you, Minister Huang.” So far he had not had to make any political decisions. Nor did he know what the minister meant by this phrase.
“Police work entails a hell of a lot of problems. It takes a most capable man to do the job well. There are not many young officers like you nowadays.” Huang concluded emphatically, “The Party counts on you, Comrade Chief Inspector Chen.”
“I understand. Whatever the Party wants me to do, I will do, even if I have to go through mountains of knives and seas of fire.” He thought of two Tang dynasty lines. Beholden to your making a general of me on the stage of gold, / flourishing the Jade Dragon sword, I’ll fight for you to the end. The old minister had not only recommended him for the job, but also called him at home, personally, to discuss the case. “I won’t let you down, Minister Huang.”
As he put down the receiver, however, Chief Inspector Chen felt far from flourishing the Jade Dragon sword.
Minister Huang should have called Party Secretary Li. The phrase “a hell of a lot of problems” did not sound reassuring at all. The old minister had left something unsaid. Chen had an ominous feeling. If Minister Huang had purposely left Li out of the loop, what implication did that have for his own career?
Twenty minutes late, he stepped into Party Secretary Li’s office, not at all detached, unlike the Japanese go player described in the Xinming newspaper.
“I will be having meetings all day,” Li said, breathing over a cup of hot soybean soup. “I want to have a talk with you now.”
Chief Inspector Chen started by briefing him on their interview with Qiao, the pregnant woman from Guangxi.
“You have put in a lot of hard work, Chief Inspector Chen, but the subjects of your interviews were not that well chosen.”
“Why do you say that, Party Secretary Li?”
“It’s okay to let Inspector Rohn come along as you interview some of Wen’s relatives, but taking her with you to see Qiao, the pregnant Guangxi woman, was not a good decision. The Americans always raise a hue and cry about our birth control policy.”
Chen decided not to mention their meeting with Gu for the time being. Indecent business, triad connections, police protection-all this would not present an ideal picture of socialist China.
“I did not know it would turn out like that,” he said. “I argued with Inspector Rohn about our birth control policy.”
“You stood up for our principles, I have no doubt about that,” Li said slowly, taking up the glass swan ashtray, which shone like a crystal ball in a fortuneteller’s hand. “Do you know what happened after your visit to the Guangxi woman?”
“What?”
“She was abducted by a group of unknown men. Two or three hours after your visit. She was later found lying unconscious in a wood not too far away. No one knew who had left her there. Though not beaten or abused, she suffered a miscarriage. She was rushed to the local hospital.”
“Is her life in danger?”
“No, but she bled too much, so the doctor had to operate on her. She won’t be able to have another child.”
Chen cursed under his breath. “Is there any clue to the kidnappers?”
“They were not locals. They came in a jeep, claiming the woman was a fugitive from the south. So no one tried to stop them.”
“They must have mistaken her for Wen and let her go when they found out the truth.”
“That’s possible.”
“That’s outrageous! Kidnapping a pregnant woman in broad daylight, and in Qingpu, Shanghai.” Chen’s thoughts moved in a frantic swirl. They must have been followed from the start and all the way to Qingpu. There was no question about it now. The motorcycle accident. The broken stair step. The food poisoning. And now the abduction of Qiao. “Only two or three hours after our visit! Those gangsters must have gotten a tip from some insider here. There is a leak at the bureau.”
“Well, I don’t think it will hurt to be careful.”
“They have declared war on us. And then there is the body in Bund Park. For the Shanghai Police Bureau it’s a big slap in our face! We have to do something, Party Secretary Li.”
“We will do something. It’s a matter of time. It’s also a matter of priorities. At this moment, the safety of Inspector Rohn has to be our top concern. If we try to crack down on the triads now, they may retaliate.”
“So are we to do nothing but wait until they strike again?”
Li did not answer his question. “In the course of this investigation, some accidental encounter with those gangsters is possible. They are capable of anything. If something happens to Inspector Rohn, it will be a hell of a responsibility for us.”
“A hell of a responsibility,” he muttered, thinking of “a hell of a lot of problems” mentioned earlier by Minister Huang. “We are cops, aren’t we?”
“You don’t have to look at it that way, Chief Inspector Chen.”
“In what way then, Party Secretary Li?”
“Detective Yu has been conducting the investigation in Fujian. If you think it necessary, you can decide someone else is needed there, too.” Li said. “As for your interviews here, I wonder whether they can really lead to anything. Inspector Rohn does not have to participate in them. All you need to do is to keep her informed of any new developments. I don’t think those gangsters will attempt anything against her if she takes a leisurely walk along the Bund.”
“But they must believe Wen may be hiding here. Or they would not have abducted Qiao in Qingpu.”
“If any new leads turn up here, Qian can take care of them. You don’t have to go out of your way. As long as she knows our people are doing their best, it will be good enough-politically. “
“I have done some thinking about the case-politically- Party Secretary Li. For one thing, the relationship between China and America has been strained since the summer of 1989. If we succeed in delivering Wen to the U.S. Marshals, it will be a meaningful gesture.”
That line of argument might work with Party Secretary Li. He would not mention Minister Huang’s phone call.
“That may be true,” Li said, taking the last sip of his soybean soup. “So you are all for continuing the investigation with Inspector Rohn’s participation?”
“When you first talked me into taking the case, you quoted from Yue Fei,” Chen said, crushing out his cigarette. “His last two lines are my favorites, When I set the mountains and rivers in order, / I bow to Heaven.”
“I understand, but not everyone does.” Li tapped his finger on the table for a minute before he went on, “Some people are talking about your giving a gift to Inspector Rohn, and putting it on for her in front of the hotel.”
“That’s absurd,” Chen protested, trying to grasp the significance of the information. Some people. It must be Internal Security-the police of the police. A small trinket meant nothing, but in the report made by Internal Security, it could mean anything-Chief Inspector Chen has lost his Party spirit, flirting with an American secret agent. “Internal Security? Why?”
“Don’t worry about who made the report, Chief Inspector Chen. If you haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t have to be nervous about the devil knocking at your door in the depth of the night.”
“It was after the Beijing Opera. Following your suggestion, I walked Inspector Rohn back to the hotel. A peddler on the Bund tried to sell her a trinket. Some peddlers make a point of ripping off foreign tourists, according to the newspapers. So I bargained for her for a necklace. And she asked me to put it on for her.”
He didn’t mention that he had paid for it. Since he did not expect to seek reimbursement from the bureau, it made no difference as far as his expense report went.