Don't Cry Tai Lake (23 page)

“Morning, Shanshan. I woke up this morning thinking of you.”

“Thank you for waking me up with the great news,” she said, then added in a hurry, rubbing her eyes, “Oh, I'm just kidding.”

“I'm standing at the window, holding my first cup of coffee for the day. The view is fantastic. I wish you were here with me at this moment. ‘
Don't lean on the railing, alone—/ with the boundless view of waters and mountains.
'”

“How romantic of you! I'll think about your invitation,” she said, suddenly aware of footsteps moving along the corridor and then coming to a stop outside her door. It might be one of her neighbors in the dorm, where young people, many of them single like her, would sometimes borrow sugar or salt from each other. “One of my neighbors might be at my door.”

Dressed in the shorts and a white tank top she wore to bed, Shanshan stood up, still holding the phone, and moved to the door.

“Think about it, Shanshan,” Chen said. “Come over this afternoon or evening, whenever you like. Also, if you happen to think of anything unusual that you noticed about your company—anything you hadn't thought to mention before—call me.”

They said their good-byes, and Shanshan hung up. Chen's last line about calling him reminded her of something she'd heard in a popular police drama, she mused, before her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Opening it, she was surprised to see two strangers standing there. One was tall and stout, and another, short and thin. Both were dressed plainly yet were ferocious-looking, as if emerging out of Shanshan's half-forgotten nightmare.

The tall man flashed something like a police officer's badge at her, then handed her a business card that identified him as Ji Lun of Internal Security.

“Han Bing, my partner, is also from Internal Security,” Ji said, pointing to his companion. Neither made a move to enter her dorm room. Ji continued, “Our car is parked outside. Follow us.”

She had no idea what Internal Security could possibly do to her, but the two men standing outside her door meant that she was in trouble, far more serious trouble than she could have imagined.

“Can you wait there for one minute? Let me put something else on.”

She closed the door and when it opened again, she was dressed in a short-sleeved white blouse, jeans, and sandals.

They led her outside to a new black Lexus. She went without protest. Resisting would only make things worse, she supposed, as some of her neighbors were hanging around outside, watching while holding their breakfast in their hands.

They drove in silence, the only sound an occasional screech of the tires on the stretch of gravel road before the car turned onto the main road. The inside of the car was wreathed in cigarette smoke, both men smoking heavily.

It took them fifteen minutes to arrive at a towering hotel, somewhere close, though she had never been there before. It was a sprawling multistory building, squatting like a surrealistic monster over the lake.

The two officers nodded at the people manning the front desk, and they took her directly to a grand suite on the top floor. Ji Lun motioned her to a gray chair in the living room, while he and his comrade seated themselves opposite her on a velvet sectional sofa.

“You'd better come clean immediately, Shanshan,” Han Bing started.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Officer.”

“Don't kid yourself into thinking that you can get away with it. There's no way, Shanshan,” Ji said. “Stop dreaming your spring-and-autumn dream. Jiang has already confessed. Spill everything now, or it will be too late for you.”

“I parted with Jiang about half a year ago. Whatever he's done since, I have no knowledge of.”

“But you provided him with the industrial pollution data on the lake, which he still uses against the interests of the government. That's something you can't deny.”

“That's not a state secret. All the data was gathered from official publications. As for the pollution in the lake, all anyone needs to do is look at it for themselves.”

“Not a state secret? The document you provided him was marked ‘inside information.' We've already double-checked that. It is very much a state secret. There's no mistaking it. ”

It was like a recurring nightmare, except that it now was Internal Security, not Liu, who was accusing her of “giving away state secrets.” It was a deadly serious charge and even more so coming from Internal Security.

“How am I supposed to have obtained secret documents? The ‘inside information' stamp is just something routinely printed on the front cover of the newsletter. It only means that it's the newsletter for company employees.”

“Well, that's your interpretation,” said Han.

“That's a serious crime in itself,” Ji went on wildly. “Has Jiang discussed with you selling state secrets abroad?”

“How much has he made selling secrets?” Han pushed further.

“Jiang told me nothing. We only went out a couple of times and then we parted, as I've already told you.”

“I'll tell you something! He's going to be convicted and sentenced for the murderer of Liu. And you, too, will be punished as his accomplice.”

“What are you talking about, Officers?”

“Jiang blackmailed Liu using the state secrets you gave him, and then killed Liu when he refused to give in,” Ji said deliberately, each word pronounced in a serious, official way. “If you're not an accomplice, then who the hell is?”

By such logic, she was unquestionably involved, guilty no matter what explanation she offered. There was no use arguing about it.

“And you called him after Liu's murder,” Han chipped in. “Do you still claim that you had already broken up with him?”

Her heart sank. What Chen had told her was all true: she had been under surveillance and her phone bugged for a long time, including her phone call to Jiang just a few days ago—the call he had not picked up.

“Didn't you tell Jiang about Liu's schedule that night—that he was going to be at his home office?” Ji snarled. “You not only called him, you were also seen meeting with him near the company just the day before Liu's murder.”

“No, I didn't,” she said emphatically. That was definitely not true.

“You two met secretly in a small eatery close to the company. We know everything about you, Shanshan. The monkey cannot escape the palm of Buddha. You can be assured of that.”

It dawned on her that it was Chen they were talking about, the time she met him at Uncle Wang's place. There was actually a slight resemblance between Jiang and Chen.

Whoever had been following her made a mistake. She decided, however, not to contradict them. Chen couldn't be dragged into this mess, or she would never forgive herself.

“But we are still willing to give you one more chance. Work with us, Shanshan,” Han said, tapping his cigarette into a makeshift ashtray in the non-smoking room. “Tell us what Jiang has done.”

“But he's confessed. You just told me he did,” she said, biting her lips. “Why do you need me?”

“Don't think you have a wise head, young woman, or you'll wash your face with rueful tears all the day long. All the year long,” Ji snapped again. “And I'll see to it personally.”

“Now, you might think that you've got someone in the background who could help you out of this mess,” Han said in a more persuasive tone. “You're wrong. In a murder case like this one, no one can possibly help you. If anything, you'll make things worse by trying, and get him into trouble too, no matter how capable he might be. We are your only chance.”

With one playing the red face, and the other, the white face, the two Internal Security officers had set up a subtle division of labor in their efforts to intimidate her. Their talk about this “someone in the background,” however, worried her more than anything else, even if they seemed not to be sure who he really was. Chen had been justified in taking all the precautions he had. If it weren't for the newly purchased cell phone, his identity might have been revealed. But did Chen know that Internal Security was already aware of his existence and possibly of his interference?

As for Jiang, she didn't think they had anything solid on him. At least not yet. That was why they wanted her to cooperate.

“Everything depends upon your attitude,” Ji concluded. “Use your brains, young woman.”

“Attitude” meant whether or not she cooperated with Internal Security, and it was entirely up to their interpretation.

“This is my cell number,” Han said, writing the number down on his business card and handing it to her. He stood up to open the door for her. “But we won't wait long. Jiang will be convicted, with or without your cooperation. Working with us is in your own interest.”

She hardly knew how she walked out of the hotel on her own.

She must have wandered, her legs moving mechanically, her mind a total blank, for a long while until she noticed that she was walking along a narrow, nameless trail that skirted the lake. The willow shoots looked long, tender, yet sorrowful. The hotel behind her wasn't visible. She slowed down to a stop and stared out at the lake. Her reflection in the water rippled out in a soft sigh of breeze.

There was no point in struggling anymore, she decided.

A lone wild white goose flashed into flight. Where would be the end of its journey? There was nothing but factory chimneys, far and near, along the shore.

She then did something that surprised her. She sat down on a slab of rock overhanging the lake, kicked off her sandals, and put her feet into the water.

The cool touch of the water brought back memories of her childhood in Anhui. There was a gurgling brook behind their farmhouse. As a little girl in that rural village, she used to sit there alone, dabbling her feet in the clear, crystal stream, dreaming of a different future for herself when she grew up … Time flowed like the water between her toes. And then, after elementary school, after middle school, after college, a different life spread out ahead of her, far away from home, when she had first come to work at the chemical company in Wuxi. But soon, everything had changed.

She had done the same thing just a couple of days ago, she then recalled, dabbling her feet in the water in the sampan with Chen.

She was beginning to cool down, her mind no longer so confused. If anyone could help her at this stage, it had to be Chen.

He was a mysterious man, but well connected in his way. Even Internal Security, who might not know his name, reluctantly acknowledged his resourcefulness.

Thinking of him, she pulled her feet out the water and put on her sandals. She had a feeling that she could hardly understand, one that surged through her all of a sudden, like a swift spring tide. He had come into her life at a time when she was unprepared. Having just parted with a man who had caused her nothing but trouble, she was in no hurry to start another relationship. And the trouble in which she found herself made her even less inclined. Still, she was not unaware of something in Chen that attracted her, from their first encounter at the eatery. As for Chen, he had since made his feelings transparent to her, going out of his way to help, even putting himself at risk.

Among the scenarios he had laid out for her, one was particularly convincing. She had been thrown into the same boat with Jiang. His sinking would inevitably bring her down too. If he was convicted, she would surely be prosecuted and punished as an accomplice.

But she didn't believe Jiang was the murderer. In fact, she couldn't even believe that Jiang would have come to the offices to talk to Liu. Not in the beginning of March, not after the promise Jiang had made her. What she believed, however, didn't matter. She had no proof.

She stood up, and an idea sprung up like a rabbit out of the tall, wild weeds. She stumbled, then collected herself, turned around, and made her way straight to the company offices. All the way, she kept thinking hard.

The security guard at the front gate was surprised to see her, but he didn't ask any questions.

“It's the weekend, Shanshan. You're working too hard.”

“I need to check something. It won't take long,” she said readily.

An engineer could choose to work in their lab over the weekend if, for one reason or another, they needed to. It was something she had done in the past—last weekend, in fact.

In her office, she started by checking the company calendar. The one on her desk had certain dates marked in red pencil, and occasionally, a few sloppy words understandable only to herself. Then she logged on to the company Web site and looked through the events listed for the month of March.

She was right. Heaving a sigh of relief, she stared at a Web page with the dates and events for March clearly marked.

At the beginning of March, she had planned to report to Liu about a new, cost-effective method of wastewater treatment, but Liu wasn't in the office. He was at a meeting in Nanjing. The date marked on her calendar was March 7. It was crossed out with a note: “Liu out, till 8th.” Liu didn't come back until late that night. The information on the company Web site confirmed that. Mi, who worked in the reception area, claimed to have overheard their argument in the inner office, but there was no possibility that Liu met with Jiang at the offices on March 7, the day before Women's Day. She picked up the office phone and began making calls, to see what she could learn from other colleagues.

When Shanshan left the building, the dusk was already spreading out against the sky. It was a long walk from the company back to the dorm, but she was barely aware of the distance, absorbed as she was in her own thoughts.

When she reached her room, she was exhausted. She locked the door after her, let down the curtain, and flung herself across the bed. Never had she felt so helpless. She tossed the faded blanket aside and tried to drive the confusing thoughts from her mind. For several minutes, she stared up in bewilderment, waiting for the end of the day to reveal inscrutable images against the ceiling.