Death of a Red Heroine

terms of his position, Wu’s just a member of the staff of Red Star in Shanghai, but he may be far more important. As everybody knows, the magazine is the mouthpiece of the Party Central Committee, which means he has direct contact with some people at the very top. What is more, the publication of these people’s pictures puts him in close relationship with them.”
    “That much I suspected.”
    “Also, there is some talk about him being promoted to a new position—acting cultural minister of Shanghai.”
    “What?”
    “Yes. People say Wu is both ‘red and expert’—young, talented, with a degree from an evening college. He is also on the list for the same seminar you’re going to attend.”
    “Well—as an ancient saying goes,” Chen said, “‘foes must meet in a narrow path.’ I’m not worried about that, only—”
    “Only—what is the problem?” She was quick to catch him.
    “Well, let me put it this way. In an investigation, one important link is motive. There must be one reason or another for people to do something, but I cannot find it.”
    “So without the motive, you cannot go forward in the investigation?”
    “Yes, that’s it,” he said. “Circumstantial evidence may point to Wu, but there’s no convincing theory explaining why he would act in such a way.”
    “Maybe we should have another cup at the Riverfront Café,” she said, “to talk more about the case.”
    “At my place, tomorrow evening,” he said. “You haven’t said no to my invitation, have you?”
    “Another party?”
    “No, just you and me.”
    “With romantic candlelight?”
    “If there’s a power failure.”
    “You never know,” she said, “but I’ll see you.”

Chapter 17
    M onday morning Chief Inspector Chen had a meeting at the city hall.
    On his way back to the bureau, he bought a piece of transparent rice cake from a street vendor and ate it without really tasting it.
    Detective Yu was not in the large office. Chen picked up a manila envelope delivered that morning containing a cassette tape that bore the following label: Examination of Lai Guojun held at Shanghai Police Bureau, 3:00 P.M., June 2, 1990. Examining Officer Detective Yu Guangming. Also present at examination, Sergeant Yin Wei.
    Chen popped the tape in the recorder. Detective Yu, too, had a lot to do, dealing with all the routine work of the squad, even on Sunday. The tape was probably made about the time when he and Wang talked in the noodle restaurant. The tape started with Yu’s voice making the introduction, and then came another voice marked with an unmistakable Ningbo accent. Chen began listening as he propped up his legs on the desk, but after no more than a minute, he jumped up and rewound the tape to the very beginning:
YU: You are Lai Guojun, thirty-four years old, living at Number Seventy-two Henan Street, Huangpu District, Shanghai. You are an engineer, having worked for ten years at People’s Chemical Company. You are married, with a daughter of five. Is that correct?
LAI: Yes, that’s correct.
YU: I want you to know that you are helping with our inquiry. We appreciate your help.
LAI: Please go ahead.
YU: We’re going to ask you some questions about Guan Hongying. She was murdered last month. You have heard of that?
LAI: Yes, I’ve read about it in the newspaper. So I guessed your people would come to me—sooner or later.
YU: Some of the questions may involve the intimate details of your life, but nothing you say in this room will be used against you. Whatever it is, it will be confidential. I have talked to your boss, and he, too, believes that you will cooperate. He suggested that he himself be present at the interview. I told him No.
LAI: What choice do I have? He has talked to me, too. I will answer any question you have for me.
YU: You can make an important contribution to the case, so the person or persons responsible for the murder will be captured and punished.
LAI: That’s what I want. I’ll do my best.
YU: When did you get to know Guan?
LAI: It was about ten years ago.
YU: The summer of 1980?
LAI: Yes, in June.
YU: Under what circumstances did you meet each other?
LAI: We met at the apartment of my cousin, Lai Weiqing.
YU: At a party?
LAI: No. Not exactly a party. A colleague of Weiqing’s knew Guan, so they had arranged for us to meet there.
YU: In other words, Lai Weiqing and her colleague acted as matchmakers. They introduced you to each other.
LAI: Well, you could say that. But not so