A Case of Two Cities

and the security informally first. Why? One of the people involved in the land approval was murdered last night.”
     
    “What? Are you considering me a suspect in a homicide case?” Jiang rose in indignation.
     
    “Calm down, Comrade Jiang. As a police officer, I have to check into everything. I have evidence about your involvement with her.”
     
    “Her? Evidence! Don’t bluff me like a three-year-old kid.”
     
    “Have you heard of the death of An Jiayi?”
     
    “You mean the anchorwoman. Yes, I read about it in the newspaper today. A shameless slut on the sly.”
     
    Chen was infuriated in turn by Jiang’s callousness.
     
    “You knew the slut only too well on the sly, Jiang,” he said, also rising from the desk. He tossed the pictures on it. “Take a damned good look at them. And then you can say that to me again.”
     
    Jiang stared at the pictures in disbelief, as if he had too hard a time changing back from the lover in the pictures to a high-ranking Party cadre in his study. His face turned to white, then to red, and he was unable to say a word.
     
    The sound of the wheelchair rolling around on the floor below came up to them through the silence.
     
    “Undeniable evidence,” Chen said in a low voice.
     
    “How could you have stooped so low?”
     
    “Will you believe it if I tell you, Director Jiang, that people have been watching you for a long time? There’s one thing I can assure you. I didn’t do it. Nor do I know who did.”
     
    It was true, and full of implications too.
     
    “So what do you want me to do, Chief Inspector Chen?” Jiang said. “I was with some friends last night. They can prove it.”
     
    “In a private massage room, with another naked girl serving you hand and foot.”
     
    “You—” Jiang stammered in astonishment
     
    It was only a guess, but Jiang’s reaction proved it. Panic-stricken, he believed that he had been followed everywhere.
     
    “Let’s not talk about last night yet. Tell me what you know about Ming. And about An,” Chen said. “I don’t want to brag about my special position, Director Jiang, but I can do something with the ‘imperial sword’ in my hand, I want you to bear that in mind. For instance, I can withhold these photos from the higher authorities, and I can also give them to Shanghai Morning. ”
     
    “Now that I have learned of Ming’s relation to Xing, Chief Inspector Chen,” Jiang started on a different tune, “how can I not try to help? Ming could have used An as his PR person, I see, in a devious scheme. As for An, her marriage was long on the rocks. In the Western world, she would have automatically divorced her husband—such a long separation. And my married life was totally wrecked in the car accident.”
     
    “That’s neither here nor there, Director Jiang.”
     
    “But if you think the approval for the land development went through because of her relationship with me, you are wrong, Chief Inspector Chen. Such an application has to travel from one office to another, either through the front door or the back door. Not only in Shanghai, but also in Beijing—with other connections at a much higher level.”
     
    “Connections at a much higher level.” Chen had thought about that. After all, Jiang had functioned only as one link in a long chain, all of which Chen had to trace. In order to minimize his responsibility, Jiang might be willing to drag some others into the mire. “Tell me about them.”
     
    “Yes, I think—I think I know some names possibly connected,” Jiang said hesitantly. “But it’s such an important case, and with a murder involved, that I have to verify some information first. It won’t do to throw out irresponsible accusations.”
     
    “You know I can’t wait. So you may give me the names. I’ll do the background check first.”
     
    “Like the background check you’ve been doing on me?” Jiang said with a bitter smile. “It’ll take only a couple of days for me to find out. I can’t tell you anything at this moment.”
     
    “You don’t have to go into details,” Chen said, wondering whether Jiang had recovered from the blow and begun procrastinating. “Anything you can think of. I have to make my report to Comrade Zhao.”
     
    “If you really can’t wait for a day or two, Chief Inspector Chen, you may go ahead and do whatever you have to do. I have been a Party member for many years, and I know better than to destroy other hardworking Party cadres—like