A Loyal Character Dancer

cigarettes in his pants pocket. “I hate to read Western propaganda depicting our government as the evil power behind it.”
     
    “It was not easy for our government to decide to grant this request.”
     
    “Why not?”
     
    “Well, some of our old comrades do not like the way the Americans boss everyone else around.” Li offered him a filtertipped cigarette from a silver case—Panda, a brand available only to those of a Party cadre ranking much higher than Chen’s. “Nor will it help our effort to stop the boat people by detaining their families. This has been one of our most effective measures against this smuggling of people out of China. It takes years for them to acquire legal status abroad. Then, when they arrange for their families to join them, we make things difficult. It takes several years more, at least.”
     
    “So they have to think about the consequences of such a long separation before setting out.”
     
    “Exactly. It may send a wrong message if Wen rejoins her husband so quickly. Nevertheless, the agreement to cooperate was reached after much discussion at high levels of our two governments.”
     
    “It is in the mutual interests of the two countries.” Chen chose his words carefully. “If we do not cooperate, the Americans may think we are in favor of the continuance of illegal human smuggling.”
     
    “That’s what I said in the ministry’s teleconference this morning.”
     
    “Since the agreement has been reached, it’s a matter of course to let Wen go to join her husband.” Chen picked up the photo again. “Why should the U.S. Marshals send an officer all the way to Shanghai?”
     
    “It has already taken some time for our local police to run through their procedures, to obtain all the documents and approvals needed. Feng swears he will not testify if Wen does not arrive before the trial date. The Americans have become worried. Inspector Rohn’s trip has been proposed to help Wen get her visa, but it’s really to put pressure on us.”
     
    “When will the trial begin?”
     
    “April twenty-fourth. Today is April eighth.”
     
    “Then let’s hurry up. In a special case, surely a passport and everything needed can be made ready in twenty-four hours. Why is this an assignment for me?”
     
    “Feng’s wife has disappeared. The Beijing ministry learned this last night, and Inspector Rohn is already on the way.”
     
    “How could she disappear?”
     
    “We don’t know. Whatever has happened, her disappearance has put us in an embarrassing situation. The Americans will suspect that we are trying to back out of our arrangement.”
     
    Chief Inspector Chen frowned. In normal circumstances, waiting for a passport application to be processed might take months for an ordinary Chinese citizen, but if the central government had given them the green light, the local police should have proceeded rapidly. Now, after an inexplicable delay, how could Wen have vanished? It did not make sense. Perhaps the whole thing constituted a cover-up? When national interests were involved, anything was possible. However, such a scenario did not seem too likely. Beijing could have refused to cooperate with the U.S. from the outset. To back out at this stage would mean a loss of face.
     
    Instead of sharing these thoughts with Li, Chen asked, “So what are we supposed to do, Party Secretary Li?”
     
    “We’ll find Wen. The local police are already searching for her. You will take charge.”
     
    “Shall I accompany Inspector Rohn to Fujian?”
     
    “No. This will be a joint investigation by the Shanghai and Fujian police. At present, your responsibility is for Inspector Rohn in Shanghai.”
     
    “How can I be in charge there if I am accompanying an American woman here?”
     
    “She is our special guest—for the first Chinese-American joint action against illegal immigration,” Li said. “What can she possibly do in Fujian? Things may be dangerous there. Her safety is a priority for us. To make her stay a safe and satisfactory one, you will keep her company in Shanghai. You will keep her informed and entertained.”
     
    “Is that a job for a Chinese chief inspector of police?” Chen stared at the pictures of Li on the office wall—the long, colorful career of a politician shaking hands with other politicians, delivering speeches at Party conferences, making presentations at the bureau, at different times, in different places. Li was the number-one Party officer in