Don’t Cry, Tai Lake

the operator saying something indistinctly, and then Uncle Wang’s voice rushing over it in agitation.
    “I know you’re vacationing at the center, Mr. Chen, but I had to call you. Shanshan is in trouble.”
    “Oh—how?”
    “This morning she came by, as usual, to put her lunch in my refrigerator, but before she stepped in, a couple of fierce-looking strangers appeared out of nowhere, intercepted her, and walked her into a car waiting outside. Afterward, I tried to call her at work. Someone there told me to keep quiet, that she’s been detained for interrogation.”
    “Really! Do you know why?”
    “She had some sort of an argument with Liu, her boss. That’s about all I know. Now that Liu’s dead, people must suspect her.”
    “Just because of an argument about work? That’s outrageous. Do they have any evidence?”
    “I have no idea. But Shanshan’s incapable of doing anything like this. I know her, Mr. Chen. I’ve known her since she was a child. ”
    “I’ll look into it, Uncle Wang. Don’t worry. In the meantime, if you think of anything else, call me. Here is my cell number—” He paused, changing his mind, “No. I’ll come over and see you. Don’t move.”
    He must have sounded like a cop, he thought, placing the phone back in the cradle. And it was true that he was preparing to act like a cop, though only the day before, he had reassured Sergeant Huang that the murder wasn’t his case and that he was just curious, only someone bored while on vacation.
    His change in attitude was because of her. That much the chief inspector would admit to himself.
    He left a short message for Director Qiao at the center office, apologizing for being unable to meet for lunch, then hurried out.
    The road was just as attractive as before, but he was in no mood to look around like a tourist this time. It only took him about ten minutes to reach the eatery.
    “She’s in trouble, I know,” Uncle Wang kept repeating. “I knew this was going to happen long ago. She stood in their way.”
    “In whose way?”
    “She was responsible for environmental protection, a job that made her ‘a nail in the eye’ to the people in power. It wouldn’t have been that bad if she didn’t take her job seriously. But she did. It wasn’t just Liu, but also those associated with him, who made things difficult for her. She told me about it. That’s one of the reasons she comes here for lunch. They don’t even let her eat a meal in peace there.”
    Again Chen thought back to the ominous phone calls she’d been receiving. But could the pressure, no matter how unbearable, been enough to drive a young, spirited girl like Shanshan to murder?
    “You have to help her, Mr. Chen. She’s a nice girl. She thinks so highly of you too.”
    Apparently, Uncle Wang had read too much into the thing between them. But had she said something about him to Uncle Wang after they parted at the ferry?
    Other than the pressure at work, however, the old man was unable to tell him anything new or helpful. So what was Chief Inspector Chen going to do?
    Under normal circumstances, he could try to contact the local police, who might have no objection, though an understandable reluctance, to his looking into the case. Wuxi being so close to Shanghai, there might be occasion for them to help each other, and Chen’s own rising status as one trusted in Beijing might be useful to the Wuxi police.
    With Internal Security lurking in the background, however, it could be a different story.
    He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Sergeant Huang.
    “I need to talk to you, Huang.”
    “Oh yes, Chief. Where?”
    “Well,” he said, aware that Uncle Wang was watching him closely. It wouldn’t do to talk in the presence of the old man. Looking up, he saw a barbershop across the road, one sporting a conventional pole with a helix of red, blue, and white stripes spinning. “Come to a barbershop on Wuyou Road, south of the Bus 1 terminal. I’ll meet you there.”
    He took his leave of Uncle Wang and walked across to the barbershop, which had the refined name of WuYu Hair Salon.
    A young girl in a backless slip came trotting out, “Welcome, boss. My name is Green Jade.”
    It was a mistake, he realized immediately, seeing her nipples imprinted on the thin material as she took his hand and practically dragged him in. A large number of so-called hair salons nowadays were simply a cover for sexual services. Having seen many of them in Shanghai, he should have