by Peter May
And then the weight, miraculously, was lifted from her and she was blinded by a light in her face. ‘Jesus …’ She heard Li’s voice, and for a moment was struck by the incongruity of a Christian oath in a Chinese mouth. ‘Margaret, are you all right.’
She sat up, breathing hard, and looked at the blood that soaked her tee-shirt, realising for the first time that it was not her own. And then, in the reflected light, she saw the Mongolian lying on the floor, half his head blown away by the shot from Li’s gun. ‘I’m fine,’ she heard herself saying, and then thought, no I’m not. The girl was still screaming.
She heard the calls of the other officers as they ran in from the steps. Li helped her to her feet. ‘She’s got to be here,’ he said.
Margaret nodded, unable to speak. Li took her hand, and ran with her down to where the wounded policeman lay in a pool of his own blood. Margaret knelt at his side and turned him over. But the blade had severed the carotid artery on the left side of his neck, and the life that had pulsed through his veins only minutes earlier had already ebbed away. She heard Li shouting, and looked up to see him at the bottom end of the corridor kicking furiously at another locked door. She scrambled to her feet and ran after him as the door finally tore free of its lock and crashed open. She arrived in time to see Li falling to his knees at the side of a cot bed. On top of it lay the tiny, prone figure of little Xinxin. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was gagged and blindfolded. Margaret felt a surge of anger and fear robbing her of strength, and she staggered forward.
Li turned the child over, fingers working feverishly to untie the gag and tear away the blindfold. Her eyes were closed, her mouth gaping. He leaned over her, and Margaret heard the moan that escaped his lips involuntarily. He looked up at her. ‘She’s not breathing,’ he said.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I
The car felt empty without Margaret or Mei-Ling. Li’s eyes were fixed on the white line that seemed to reel him in like a fish. In the far distance the lights of the city lit the underside of dark clouds on the horizon. He felt everything now with a heightened sense of awareness: the vibration of the tyres on the tarmac, the air that blew in his face from the vents on the dash, the sweat that gathered in the creases of his palms where he gripped the wheel with a tension that verged on ferocity.
He was startled when the radio spluttered and he heard Dai’s voice repeating his call sign. He unhooked the microphone and pressed the transmit button. ‘Li,’ he said, his voice flat, emotionless, like a dead man.
‘Chief,’ Dai’s voice came back to him. ‘The boys at the airport picked up that American surgeon. Daniel Stein. He was trying to board an Air India flight for Delhi. Had a briefcase full of computer disks that look like they might have some very interesting material on them …’ There was no response, and Dai’s voice crackled again around the interior of the car. ‘Chief …? Did you get that …?’
*
The elevator rose smoothly up the inside of one of the two green glass tubes that characterised the exterior of the Xiaoshaoxing Hotel. Li felt like a man floating. He looked down on the chaos of traffic and bicycles and pedestrians in Yunnan Nan Road below, red lanterns strung between buildings dancing in the night breeze, steam issuing from the open windows of dumpling takeaways. He couldn’t hear any of it, locked away in his glass capsule. Only the distant hum of the electric motor that pulled the cables. None of it seemed real.
The elevator came to a halt on the eighth floor and the doors slid noiselessly open. Li stepped out and walked briskly down the carpeted hallway, following the footsteps he had taken with Margaret and Mei-Ling less than a week before. He looked left and then right into luxurious banqueting rooms. Several gatherings were in the process of breaking up. Others had already gone. Li felt each footstep jar through his body. He was aware of other feet following in his wake, but only vaguely. His focus was elsewhere. Waitresses scurrying between banqueting rooms and kitchen, laden with the detritus of spent meals, gaped in astonishment and fear at the wild-eyed man spattered with blood who stalked the corridor.
Li turned left and then right, unwavering in stride and determination. At the end of the corridor he turned into the last and biggest of the banqueting rooms, just as a loud laugh rang out around the table. The laughter died almost as soon as he entered. Chairs scraped on the floor as people turned to see him standing in the doorway. There was a collective intake of breath. Cui Feng was sitting on Director Hu’s right, and his face flushed dark when he saw Li. The smile that had been upon it faded. Director Hu, close-cropped grey hair bristling on his bull head, glared at Li. ‘I do not recall inviting you, Deputy Section Chief,’ he said.
Li said nothing. He reached below his jacket and drew out Huang’s gun from where it was tucked in his belt, and raised it to point at Cui. There was a ripple of panic among Director Hu’s distinguished guests, and several jumped to their feet, sending chairs tipping over behind them. As Li moved slowly among them, keeping his gun trained on Cui’s face, they shrank away like sea anemones from a diver’s touch. The remains of two dozen Shanghai crabs were strewn across the table. It was less than an hour since Li had driven past the lake where they had been caught.
Cui remained seated until Li was no more than a metre away, his gun pointed directly at Cui’s head.
Director Hu, too, refused to stand or be intimidated. ‘You’re finished, Li,’ he hissed. ‘Your career is over.’ But for the second time that night his words fell on deaf ears. He was not used to being ignored. He banged his fist on the table. ‘Dammit, Detective, put that gun down!’
Li kept his eyes fixed on Cui. ‘Get up,’ he said.
Cui got slowly to his feet and stood staring back at Li with the arrogance of a man who believes he is above and beyond the law. He looked down and saw that Li’s hand was trembling, and in that moment may have realised that the law might no longer be the issue here. Li was after justice, or maybe revenge. And law, justice and revenge did not sit easily together. He looked back into Li’s eyes, and what he saw there drained all colour from his face. First doubt, then fear, then panic, set in. ‘Don’t,’ he said, his voice almost a whisper.
But Li just continued to stare, as if in staring long enough he might be able to see reason somewhere beyond the blackness of the man’s soul. He felt perspiration make his finger slippery on the trigger of the gun. With all of his heart he wanted to pull that trigger, to obliterate evil. It would be so easy. A gentle squeeze of his finger. An end to it all.
‘Chief?’ He heard Dai’s voice coming from where he and Qian stood in the doorway behind him. There was, in that one word, that single question, asked softly and without prejudice, an appeal to reason. Li stood for a moment longer, undecided, and then he reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a folded wad of official papers. He held it up in front of Cui’s face.
He said, ‘Cui Feng, I have a warrant for your arrest on suspicion of murder. The count begins at fifty-four and will probably go higher.’ And a smile that verged on a sneer, flickered across Cui’s face, almost as if he believed he had won, because Li had not pulled the trigger. He had opted for justice, not revenge. He had chosen the law, and maybe Cui figured he was still above it. Li was only vaguely aware of Dai and Qian and several uniformed officers pushing past him to handcuff Cui and lead him out of the room. They left behind them a stunned silence. Li tilted his head to look at the Mayor’s policy adviser. He said bleakly, ‘Marry a dog, stay with a dog; marry a rooster, stay with a rooster. You should choose your friends more carefully, Director Hu.’
II
There was that smell again, of antiseptic and disinfectant. Li ran down the corridor, past orderlies wheeling gurneys, nurses in starched white uniforms. Someone called after him, but he ignored them. The intensive care beds were at the far end of a hallway that felt interminably long. When he got there, breathing hard, he stopped in the open doorway. Margaret was sitting in a chair at the side of the bed. She seemed crushed and small and i
nestimably sad. She looked up when she heard Li’s footsteps. Her eyes were dark ringed and bloodshot and she wore a loosely tied hospital gown. Li looked beyond her to where the tiny figure of Xinxin lay under the sheets, attached by wires to a bewildering array of electronic equipment. A clear plastic tube fed a drip from an overhead bag into her right arm. But she was not moving.
Margaret stood up. ‘They were keeping her dosed up on an almost toxically high level of sedative,’ she said. ‘She was dehydrated, almost comatose. If we’d been another hour or two …’
Li was almost unable to take her words on board. ‘She’s … is she …?’
‘She’s going to be okay,’ Margaret said wearily. And then she shook her head. ‘But, Li Yan … she’s going to need a lot of love.’
Li closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then reached out and drew Margaret towards him. He had no idea what the future might bring, what remained of the love that he and Margaret had once had. But it did not matter. Only now mattered. The life of a child. He felt Margaret’s body mould itself to his, and he held her tight. ‘We all do,’ he said. ‘We all do.’
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