Don’t Cry, Tai Lake

easy target. The city authorities had tried to exercise a sort of damage control, hushing up the protest, but with limited success.
    On the night of the murder, Liu had been working at his home office—an apartment about five minutes’ walk away from the plant—not at his home, which was about five miles away. It wasn’t uncommon for the busy boss to spend the night at his home office when he was overwhelmed with work. The last several weeks had been a hectic period for the company, with lots of things going on, in particular all the preparations and paperwork for the forthcoming IPO. Not just Liu but several other executives and their secretaries had come in to work on that Sunday. Liu was last seen walking by himself, entering the apartment complex around seven P.M.
    The next morning, his secretary, Mi, didn’t see him show up at work. She called his home, home office, and cell phone, with no response at any of them. So thinking that he might have overslept, she walked over to his home office. Liu sometimes had trouble falling asleep, especially when working late, so he took sleeping pills. She saw his shoes outside the door—he always changed into slippers in the apartment. When no one came to open the door after she knocked for several minutes, she called the police.
    Liu was found dead in his home office, killed by a fatal blow to the back of his head. The wound appeared to have been inflicted with a heavy blunt object, which was confirmed in the preliminary autopsy report. The cause of death was massive skull fracture with acute cerebral hemorrhage, but there was hardly any blood at the scene. There was no bruising or abrasions on his body. There was no tissue, blood, or skin under his nails.
    The time of death was established to be between 9:30 P.M. and 10:30 P.M. the previous night. The crime scene people found no sign of forced entry, nor of any struggle. There was no murder weapon or fingerprints found—except for one on the mirror in the bathroom, left by his secretary, Mi. That didn’t mean anything, though, since Mi sometimes worked there as well.
    There didn’t appear to be anything valuable missing from his apartment, either. Both Mi and his wife checked and confirmed this.
    The police suspected that the murderer was no stranger to Liu. The home office was in an expensive, well-guarded apartment complex. According to his neighbors, Liu didn’t stay there often, and he barely mixed with them. Occasionally, he was there with Mi, working late into the night with the door shut tightly. As far as the security guard could recall, however, Liu was alone that evening, and no stranger came to visit him later. Non-residents had to check in with security and leave the name of the resident they were visiting.
    The local cops had also interviewed a number of people close to Liu. There were hardly any promising leads there, either.
    Mi maintained that Liu hadn’t mentioned expecting a visitor that evening. Mrs. Liu reported that Liu had called earlier in the day and told her that he was going to work on some important documents and wouldn’t be coming home. After speaking to him, she went to Shanghai in the late afternoon and didn’t return until the next day. Fu Hao, the associate general manager of the company, now the acting general manager, said that Liu had been so busy of late that they’d hardly talked during the day.
    At the end of his briefing, Huang took a sip of the lukewarm tea and leaned over across the table.
    “You’re no outsider, Chief. There’s something about this case. Not only was a special team formed, but that the governmental authorities—not just at the city level—have been paying a lot of attention to the investigation. We’ve gotten several phone calls from the city government. I’ve heard that even Internal Security is looking into it, working sort of parallel investigation.”
    “Internal Security,” Chen repeated. “Have they done anything?”
    “For one thing, Liu’s phone records were snatched away before we could examine them.”
    “That’s something. You’re very perceptive, Huang.”
    “But I haven’t met with any of them—face to face, I mean. So I’m not sure how involved they are.”
    “Yes, find out for me,” Chen said before he realized that he had unwittingly slipped back into his familiar role, talking as if he were in charge of the case and Huang his subordinate. While he hadn’t yet decided whether he would attempt to do anything about