The apartment building wasn’t much to look at, its location nothing special. Chongming was a backwater island that, no matter what amount of funds the government injected into its economy, would never be much more than an outpost of rice paddies and pig farms.
Grace knew all this, had considered it important once, but what she would have given, what she would have changed, in order to possess a key to the door she now faced.
Her heart beating wildly, she raised her hand to knock, only to lower her arm to her side. This was no ordinary door. It opened to her past. She wanted it to open to her future. She’d imagined and dreamed of this moment for six years. Now, it suddenly felt too soon.
The door’s fisheye security lens winked. He’d heard her-or sensed her. Her heart fluttered. She forced a smile for appearance’s sake, and then knocked lightly, wondering what was taking him so long. Hoping the lump in his throat was as big as hers.
The door opened slowly and there he stood before her. Imperiously. Formally. Capable of English or Shanghainese, they would speak their Chongming dialect.
“Jian,” she said. He’d aged hardly at all, though he had always looked older than he was. He wore his hair shorter now, more in keeping with his job as a civil servant. His hands appeared smoother, his nails immaculate. The same quiet confidence showed in his eyes. She felt slightly faint.
“Youya.”
“It warms my heart to see you.”
“You are as lovely as ever.” He sounded more formal than sincere. She read meaning into his every gesture, his every look. He paused and said, “You will please come in?”
She entered, removing her shoes and placing her purse alongside them.
He showed her into a modest living room. “Tea?”
“It would be my pleasure to prepare it,” she said sincerely.
“I will be but a minute.”
His rebuff hit her hard. He wanted no such intimacy. Five minutes passed as he worked in the kitchen, out of sight. She took in the flat-panel television and DVD player; the elliptical workout machine; a rack of free weights. The rain-stained windows looked out on a sea-gray sky.
“That was some storm,” she called out loudly.
“We lost power for most of the night. It has only come back on in the past hour.”
She noted the apartment showed no sign of a woman’s touch. Perhaps the woman she’d seen him with in Lu Hao’s digital frame had been but a fling. On the other hand, if he had married, her mother never would have told her, fearing she might do something drastic. She spotted photographs of his family. Her breath caught, spotting her own image among them. She remembered the exact day at the market together, remembered his smile. She saw no other woman among the photos and took this as a very good sign.
“This is oolong,” he said, placing the tea tray down before her.
“This is uncomfortable,” she said.
He laughed.
“For you as well?” she inquired.
He tried to suppress his smile, and she wondered why. “Yes, I suppose.”
“You never answered my letters,” she blurted out. She had a million things to say, but hated herself for breaking the formality.
“What could I say?” he asked.
“It was my fath-”
“I do not need to hear it again,” he said, cutting her off. “Your father is an honorable man. I respect his wishes.”
Liar! she wanted to shout. You did not respect them at the time, and had you come after me I would have eloped with you.
“Have you seen them?” he asked. “Your parents?”
“No. I came here first.” She paused. “To you.”
He clearly didn’t know what to say. He made himself busy with the tea, pouring it too soon.
“Lu Hao is free,” she said. “He is, by now, out of the country and safe.”
Lu Jian set the teapot down and bent over, throwing his head into his hands, sobbing.
She reached out and tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder, wanting so much more.
Sitting up, wiping tears away, he said, “How could you possibly know this?” Distrustful.
She wondered how much to reveal. “It was I who arranged the job, as you will remember.”
“I have heard nothing. My parents have not been contacted.”
“No. It is not official.”
“But you are certain?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Will you excuse me, please? I will call my parents now and end their grief.”
“No, Jian. Please…there are complications. I need your help.”
With tears brimming in his eyes, he said, “You bring me great joy, Chu Youya! Great joy, indeed.”
“I need…a favor.”
“Anything!” He bordered on euphoric.
“You are an important civil servant-if my mother does not spread foul rumor.”
“She exaggerates, as always. I am of little consequence, I am afraid.” His ambition, or lack thereof, had been a sticking point for her father.
“I hear you have risen quickly.” She had heard more, much more, but wasn’t sure how to play her cards.
“I have the benefit of unusual motivation,” he said, his eyes boring into her. His ambition was now to show her father wrong.
“Lu Hao was over here in September.”
“Yes.”
“Visiting the family?”
“My mother’s birthday.”
“You must congratulate her for me.”
“What of this visit?”
“Lu Hao saw a man. He followed him to a remote location.”
“Did he?”
“He spoke nothing of this with you?”
Lu Jian shook his head.
“This man he followed met with a prominent official. Did Lu Hao mention such a man to you?”
“I am sorry, Youya.”
“This place-it is a large blue building. Old. Like a factory. Chongming is in its title.”
“As in so many companies,” he said. “I do not know of such a place.”
“This official,” she said. “I believe it is possible that he may be connected to the construction industry. That he may oversee or be connected to, in some way, such projects. Projects in the billions of yuan.”
“Indeed, with the selection of Chongming as the seventh city, it is entirely possible. I do not doubt it. Such powerful men visit our city often these days.”
Fifteen years before, the Party authorities had identified seven cities, all suburbs of Shanghai, to be incorporated into the city by rail, highway and commerce, thereby expanding Shanghai’s territory. Chongming was the final area to be developed in the master plan.
“It is important I identify the man Lu Hao observed at this meeting.”
“You have asked Lu Hao, of course.”
“Just a face to him. Nothing more.” She hesitated. “A life depends upon this information. The life of a man who helped win Lu Hao’s freedom. My immediate superior.”
He sucked in air sharply. His eyes lingered on her and she felt like a flower in the sun. But then he looked off, concentrating.
“Construction?” he echoed. “So much of it now in planning.”
“This is large. Very large. Something worthy of deception and betrayal. Of fierce competition among the
