The Interior (Red Princess 2)

Hulan knelt before him, put her hands on his knees, and looked up into his face. “You know that what I have always loved most about you is your integrity, but ethics and honor are easy to live by as long as they aren’t tested. This is your test.”

“But I did nothing wrong. I’m just a lawyer who’s bound by client confidentiality. That’s not my fault.”

“David, you know I love you, but maybe it’s your fault in the sense that you chose not to know.” Before he could say anything, she put a finger on his lips to keep him from speaking. “You took the job at Phillips, MacKenzie without asking enough questions. You took on the Tartan matter without knowing all the details. You agreed to represent Governor Sun without finding out what his problems were. Now that you represent him, you still don’t know what it is exactly that he wants from you. I understand why you didn’t ask. You wanted to be here with me. And I know this isn’t the right time to say this, but you came here without even asking me if this was what I wanted.”

Everything she said was true. He had put his wanting to be with Hulan before anything else. His love for her had always blinded him, but knowing this didn’t change the way he operated. If anything, he’d always had to act for both of them. That’s why he hadn’t asked her if she wanted him to come. (What if she’d said no?) That’s why when Hulan had run away from him during dinner, he’d gone straight back to the hotel, rousted Lo out of bed, and made the investigator drive him out into the pitch black of the countryside to Suchee’s hovel. He could have said something about the poverty of that place, about the filth, about Hulan’s sanity in risking her health and that of their child’s by being there. He could have also demanded an explanation from Hulan about why she’d run away from him. But he did none of those things, because he really didn’t want to know the answers. His desire not to know had gotten him into deep trouble both professionally and personally.

He looked down at Hulan and felt a deep despair. What if his actions and inactions had cost him everything?

“We’re going to sort this out,” Hulan soothed. “Too many things are happening here. What’s going on in the factory. What Henry Knight may or may not know about all that. What Miaoshan’s papers are and what they have to do with the ones that Governor Sun gave you. You’re the smartest man I know…” He felt the warmth of her hand as she put it on his chest over his heart. “But you’re dumb here. So now all we can do is try to work our way out of it.”

“Where do we start?”

“There’s only one place to start. With Miaoshan.” Hulan rose and sat next to him.

“She got around,” he noted dryly. “Tsai Bing, Guy Lin, the American in the factory.”

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Hulan said. “Our culture is repressed in many ways. Sex out of marriage…well, it’s against the law in a lot of instances. But Miaoshan didn’t seem to care. She was almost predatory about it. I want to believe it’s because she was young or that she had a hard life, but that could apply to millions of women here.”

“Maybe her promiscuity goes back to that earthiness you were talking about earlier,” David offered. “If you grow up in the countryside everyone—even children—knows about animals mating. They see it with their own eyes; they participate in the breeding.”

“Yes, and they joke about sex and go to the herbalist to increase their sexual prowess or fertility, but chastity is considered the highest female virtue. It’s a weird double standard, but that’s how it is. So at first when Captain Woo and Siang said Miaoshan had a bad reputation, I didn’t believe it, because there are always village gossips willing to spread lies. But now how can I not? She was having sex with Tsai Bing recently enough that he thinks he was the father. Poor Guy Lin believes he was the father and maybe he was, but it could also have been Aaron Rodgers.”

“That kid? Why him?”

“You should see ‘that kid’ with the young women in the factory.”

“That doesn’t mean he was fucking her.”

“Believe me, David, he was. I see that now. Today Peanut said something about Tang Siang going off to rendezvous with Aaron in the context of talking about Miaoshan. When she said it was strange, she must have meant that Miaoshan and Tang Siang not only shared Tsai Bing but Aaron Rodgers as well.”

“Three men, one woman. There are plenty of motives for murder in that setup.”

“Yes, but there’s more to Miaoshan than her promiscuity,” Hulan said. “I think that in each case she used sex as a means to an end. With Tsai Bing she had to keep up appearances. More than that, she knew that Siang loved him and probably used sex in the most petty way to get back at her rival. I think she saw Guy Lin as a ticket out, but to keep that relationship she had to give him information. That meant seducing Aaron Rodgers, although having watched him in action, I don’t think she had to work too hard to do it. But she didn’t stop with Aaron. The way that she went about getting other information from the women in the factory fascinates me. Guy said she repeatedly asked the women questions. Even Peanut complained about it, but I didn’t know what she was talking about at the time.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because it shows such bad manners in our culture,” Hulan responded. “If you ask a question and don’t get an answer or you get an evasive one, you’re supposed to drop the subject. When Miaoshan didn’t, she was going beyond rude. I myself haven’t asked many questions about Miaoshan in the factory, but you might expect stories about her to circulate. Apart from ridiculous ghost stories, I don’t think there was any grief when she died. Neither Tang Siang nor Peanut liked her. So I’ve wondered, was it just jealousy or was it something else? I’m beginning to think that she was too foreign to them.”

“Because of the way she looked.”

“Yes, she was beautiful but in a foreign way. I think she played that up, buying Western-style clothes—”

“Or they were given to her by whomever it was in the factory who was helping her.”

“Oh, absolutely. Even now, more than three weeks after her death, I can smell White Shoulders perfume on her bunk.” When David frowned, she said, “Oh, you’ve smelled it before. It’s strong and very sweet. I remember it from the States. I always hated that smell.”

As David looked at her incredulously, Hulan went on. “And it’s not something you can just pick up in the company store, in a dry-goods shop in Da Shui Village, or even here in Taiyuan. Which brings us to the papers Sun gave you.”

“I can’t show them to you.”

“I understand.”

David got up, sorted through some piles on the desk, then spread out Sun’s papers while shielding them from Hulan’s view. Although they looked superficially the same as Miaoshan’s, these weren’t copies. Where the names of the action figures had been, now were the names of various companies—Toy World, Plush Supply, Mega Soft, and the like. To their right were account numbers and deposit dates. How did this material fit into the big picture? Had Sun sent these over knowing this moment was imminent, that as David’s client he’d be protected, because instead of evidence these documents would fall under the rubric of privileged information?

What was very clear was that David and Hulan were now on different sides. She loved him

and knew how to read him, so as much as he tried to cover his emotions, the look on his face as he read through the papers said much about Sun’s guilt. So now her job was to garner information from David; his was to protect his client. Her job was to pin down the crime; his was to point suspicion elsewhere. He was fully aware that cooperation was a cornerstone of the legal system in any country. (Smart criminals hired attorneys with good relationships with investigators and prosecutors. Was this part of Sun’s plan for David with Hulan?) David could speak to Hulan, of course, but only in hypotheticals, while she would try to pry as much information out of him as possible without him shutting her out completely.