The Interior

22

AS THE PILOT STARTED THE ENGINES, HENRY QUICKLY checked to see if the fax had come through. It hadn't. They belted in, the plane taxied out to the runway, and after a short, though agonizing wait, they were given permission to take off. When the plane reached cruising altitude, Henry unbuckled his seat belt and said ironically, "I haven't had this much excitement since the war. And I want you to know right now, I'm not enjoying it any better."

David smiled. It took a special person to deal with this kind of danger with humor. He looked over to see if Hulan had had the same reaction, but she'd fallen asleep. He knew that sleep was a way to escape tough circumstances, but he'd been in life-threatening situations with Hulan before and he'd never seen her shut down like this. He reached over and touched her cheek. It was burning hot.

"Hulan? Honey? Are you okay?"

Her eyes blinked open. She straightened in the seat and smoothed her hair. "I must have dozed off."

"You're burning up," David said.

Hulan shook her head. "Of course. It's about forty degrees centigrade and ninety-nine percent humidity."

Outside, David thought. In the jet it was a comfortable seventy-two.

"If I could have a little water," she continued, "I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm probably just dehydrated."

Henry got up and pulled a bottle of Evian out of the refrigerator. Hulan unscrewed the top and drank straight from the bottle. She looked over at David and said in a voice that made it clear she wanted no argument, "Really, I'm fine."

What could he do but take her word for it? David glanced over at Henry, who only shrugged. His look seemed to say there wasn't much you could do if a woman wasn't going to be square with you.

"Mr. Knight," Hulan said, "you're going to a lot of trouble for Sun. Are you ready to tell us why?"

Henry stared pensively out the window, then, without looking at David or Hulan, he plunged in. "As you know, I was sent to China during World War II. I flew in over the Hump-the Himalayas. You always hoped you'd make it over, but you wore your parachute just in case. Then you'd get to Kunming in Yunnan Province. We had all kinds of names for that place-City of Rats, Black Market Town. First we stayed in these thatched huts. Rats lived up in the straw thatching, and when you woke up you'd see their beady little eyes staring down at you. There were so many rats that the army announced a rat-tail redemption campaign. In three months the locals turned in over a million tails, but that still didn't put a dent in the number of rats. The army did an investigation and found over a hundred rat farms that had been started just to cash in on the campaign. That's what Kunming was like."

Anne's fax still hadn't come through, but David was anxious for Henry to get to the point. "How did Sun get over to Kunming? I thought he was from Shanxi Province."

"I never said I met him in Kunming," Henry responded. For a moment it seemed he wouldn't continue. Then he sighed and said, "I told you before that I wanted to spend my life in China. What I didn't say was that I'd had that desire long before I ever got here. As a kid, I was fascinated with the place. I was particularly interested in old religious sites. I know it sounds crazy and maybe it was. You can imagine what my father thought! Things were different back then. I was only the third generation in my family to be in America and only the first to be born here. My father expected me to go into the family business and I did, but that didn't stop me from studying on my own or finding a Mandarin tutor. When the war broke out, everything changed, especially after the army found out about my interests. It's surprising what an armchair archeologist knows. I'd spent years studying the early Buddhist cave sculptures of Yungang, Luoyang, and Gansu. But I'd also researched the lesser-known cave sculptures of Tianlong Shan, which lay in the mountains to the south of Taiyuan. I wasn't the only person interested in those caves. A few years before, the Japanese had sent a team of art historians to Tianlong. They documented everything and published several books which were very popular in Japan."

"So in 1937, when the Japanese invaded, they knew exactly what to look for," Hulan concluded.

"The Japanese chopped off the heads of the Buddhas and carved out the relief sculptures from the walls. They were systematic and thorough. But as the war progressed, those caves offered something besides art."

"Protection," David said.

"That's right. They fortified themselves up there, and it seemed there was no way to rout them out. Even today the caves aren't that easy to reach, but back then the only way up was by foot across the mountains. It wasn't that the altitude was so bad-the 'mountains' are really just large hills on an already high plateau-but that the terrain was rocky, steep, and unstable. The Japanese looked to be up there for good. The Joint Intelligence Collection Agency thought I was the perfect person to go and take a look-see."

Japanese-Occupied China had covered a huge area. The Japanese were able to control strategic garrisons, but vast areas inhabited only by peasants and missionaries were left alone. It was through these areas that intelligence operatives traveled. "I flew into Xian, where we had other intelligence people," Henry continued. "Bishop Thomas Meeghan had an orphanage there for Chinese boys, who were trained to be totally reliable. A couple of those kids took me east. We rode on-I don't know what you call it-one of those things you pump up and down on a railroad track? We traveled at night, stopping for food and shelter at American, French, or Norwegian missions."

"How did you know where to go?"

"It was a network," Henry said. "The missionaries and the peasants didn't want the Japanese there. They were sympathetic to what we were doing. If a B-29 ran out of fuel flying back from a bombing raid on

Japanese-Occupied China and the crew had to bail out, all they had to do was show the Allied patch they wore inside their jackets and they were passed west through the network. We wore those same patches. They were like a passport. Anyway, we kept to the main railway line which divides the country between north and south and eventually runs through Taiyuan."

"Which is where you finally met Sun Gan," David said. "Everything we told you before was true," Henry said. "Sun was just a scrawny kid when I first met him. At first I thought he was about eight years old, but he was thirteen. Half of his life had been during wartime. He hadn't had much food or nourishment other than what the local mission gave him. But the kid was smart. Street smart, of course. You had to be a good scavenger in those days to survive. But it was more than that. He seemed to understand what we wanted, and then he got it for us." "So what did he do? Save your life?"

Henry smiled patiently. He was going to tell his story in his own way. " Taiyuan -the whole province actually-has a bloody history because of its strategic position as the gateway to the fertile plains to the south. The Japanese understood this, which was why they were there. At that time we didn't know about the atom bomb. We thought, despite Chiang's desires, that we were going to have to fight the Japanese back inch by bloody inch. If we were ever going to take back China, Taiyuan would be-as it has always been-vitally important. I was some dopey know-nothing kid with a secret passion that suddenly had value. We had air reconnaissance, but the brass wanted me to sneak up the mountain and see just how fortified the Japanese were. Sun Gan tagged along with us-part scout, part mascot, part translator. But because he was from Shanxi Province, he understood the land in a way none of the rest of us did-not even the other Chinese."

They'd gotten halfway up the hill when they were spotted. "The Japanese were above us in the caves and below us too," Henry recalled. "It was like target practice for them. Any of us moved and bam!" Henry smacked his hand, the sound startling in the small confines of the Gulfstream. "One of those mission kids got his arm shot off. The other kid got a bullet in the gut. His intestines were hanging out, and he was trying to stuff them back in."

Henry shook his head as the memories came back. "We were all going to die up there. Sun Gan stepped forward-well, it was hardly that. He crawled along the rock face, trying like the rest of us not to get his head blown off. When he disappeared I thought, that's it. He's run off and I'm dead. By the time Sun got back, the two mission kids were dead. I hadn't been able to do much for them. One kid bled to death; the other blew his brains out. He knew what would have happened if he'd been captured. So Sun, this little kid, comes crawling back, takes in the two dead guys, sizes me up, and tells me what we're going to do. 'You're here for a job,' he said. 'So am I. ' And he slithers off into the darkness, leaving me alone."

Henry snorted. "I'm thinking, not on your fucking life am I following you! But here's the thing. I couldn't go up and I couldn't go down, because the enemy was in both places. And staying there wasn't much of an alternative either. The Japanese would have found me eventually. I was looking at a quick execution if I was lucky, or a prisoner of war camp if I wasn't. So I started crawling along behind Sun. This meant creeping along those damn cliffs at the same elevation, circumnavigating that fucking mountain. The whole exercise was dangerous, suicidal. But you know, you can sit still and die, or you can move forward and die."

Henry leaned over, resting his forearms on his knees, looking weary. "I'm eighteen fucking years old. I'm thinking, if I'm going to die, I'm going to do it on my own terms. And maybe, just maybe, I'll see those caves in the process." His mouth spread in a toothy grin. "Okay, I was young, dumb, and stupid. That's why they send boys to war. They don't know any better."

After a moment he continued. "Finally we come up over the back of the mountain. There was a moment when I think each of us thought, I could just crawl down this mountain, hole up somewhere, and wait it out. The impulse to live is strong."

David and Hulan knew what Henry meant. They'd been there themselves.

"Maybe because Sun was an orphan, maybe because it was his homeland, he stood firm. We crouched together and he mapped out a plan. He brought me into it, because I knew the caves better than he did. The sun would be up in a couple of hours. If we were going to make our move, it had to be now. Well, you can guess the rest. We made it. Sun saved my life."

"You're not getting off that easily," David said. Henry looked over at Hulan. She too looked at him expectantly. "Just as Sun planned, we dropped down over the top of the cliff with ropes and swung right into those caves like we were a couple of Tarzans. The Japanese were surprised, but ready enough. It was a classic hand-to-hand fight. We were outnumbered, but not as badly as I thought. There were only eight men up there. I don't know how many were down below on the mountain. We were out of there before they could reach us. But still, the men in the caves had gotten sleep. They'd had fires to keep them warm. They'd eaten. They'd been up there for months, while I'd been pumping my way across the interior, climbing that mountain, watching friends die. I think the only reason we lived was because we expected to die. We had nothing to lose, so we beat them back. We had to kill them. I mean, we couldn't take them captive. What were we going to do, seesaw them back across China to Xian and on to Kunming? And they had to kill us too as a point of honor. We left the bodies where they dropped and met again in the largest cave, where there are two huge Buddhas-each about fifty feet tall. These statues were still in good shape, because the heads were too big to get out of the cave. But all the smaller ones had been vandalized and shipped back to Tokyo. I was looking at what was left in wonder, when this soldier-not dead obviously- pulls out a gun and aims right at me. I was completely oblivious-standing in that cave was a dream come true-when Sun shot him. So see, I would have been dead a couple of times over if it hadn't been for him." Henry fell silent. The only sound was the drone of the G-3's engine. "Sun's hiding in those caves," David guessed.

"If not in the caves, then somewhere on that mountain," Henry agreed.

For a moment everything seemed settled, but Hulan wasn't satisfied.

"You're sure that Sun was mission-educated?" she asked.

Henry nodded.

It explained Sun's near-perfect English, but why hadn't this been in his dangan, which said that-far from being an orphan-his parents were from the reddest class, the peasant class? How could all this have been kept a secret? How had this not come up during the various purges that had so shaken China over the years?

"And you say you didn't have contact with him again until seven years ago?" Hulan continued. "So much has happened in China. How did you find him, and weren't you surprised at what he'd become?"

"I didn't see him again until 1990, but that doesn't mean I'd lost contact with him," Henry admitted. "After our escapade I stayed in China for another two years. I did everything I could for the boy. I brought him west to Xian and later to Kunming. I made sure he ate, and he began to grow and fill out normally. He picked up more English, but what can I say, he was around soldiers so his language was pretty much in the gutter. Still, I gave him books. In those days almost everyone in China was illiterate, so I made sure he learned to read and write in his own language too."

As Henry spoke, Hulan began to put the pieces together. Sun's dangan said that he'd been involved with the local Communist party from an early age. Was it possible he'd already been a Communist when he'd gone to the mission? Had he been sent there by the local cadres? It explained his attitude on the mountain. If he'd been a Nationalist, he'd never have fought the Japanese, because the threat of retribution was so great. And later, when Sun had gone west with Henry, he would have been able to report not only on the Nationalists but the Americans as well. It made sense, but again, none of it was in the dangan.

"Once my tour was up," Henry was saying, "my dad wanted me to come home, which I did. But I still wanted a life in China. My father continued to take a very dim view of that idea, but I was working on him. In the meantime I kept sending money back to help Sun. The Chinese called it 'tea money.' But after the war the Nationalists and the Communists went back to their own bloody fight. In 1949 Chiang Kai-shek was beaten back to the island of Taiwan, Mao marched into Beijing, and the Bamboo Curtain fell. Both of you weren't even born yet, but back then anti-Communist sentiment was strong, vicious. To have any contact with China became very dangerous. By 1950 an embargo was in effect, McCarthy was doing his mad dog thing, and little tea money at all crossed the Pacific."

"People here would have been scared too," Hulan said. "How do you explain to your new comrades that you're getting money from foreign imperialists?"

"Without question it was dangerous," Henry agreed, "but you can always find a crack, and if you're smart, and Sun Can was, you learn how to hide your money, live frugally, and spend carefully. And you have to remember, I wasn't sending a fortune, just fifty or a hundred here and there. It was enough to buy him food, enough to get him to college, and later, as China became increasingly corrupt, enough to get himself out of various jams."

Again Hulan thought about Sun's dangan. Sun had taken Henry's money for years. If he was a true Communist, how could he have done this? Could he have turned the money in to the government? Not according to the dangan. So he must have squirreled it away, which had to explain how he'd been able to buy his way out of trouble during the Cultural Revolution. But how could it not have come to light? Could he have used his stash to buy his way into the file, hire someone to make the critical changes, and clean up his past?

"Not one word of what you've said reassures me," David said, verbalizing what Hulan was thinking, "because in a sense you've been paying Sun bribes for over fifty years."

"I was helping a friend!" Henry sputtered. "What I sent him was nothing compared to what he'd given me. He saved my life! Can't you see that?"

"I see a nice man who tried to do the right thing, who may have chosen to call an apple an orange-a bribe a gift-and in doing so became a pawn in Sun's game."

"You are blind and stupid," Henry retorted.

The two men scowled at each other. Henry was the first to break eye contact by standing and going to check the fax machine. Still, nothing had come through. He came back to his seat, strapped himself in, and looked out the window. David too looked out the window, putting aside all he had heard and plotting their next moves. Once the plane landed, they would need to proceed quickly and efficiently. He also thought about Hulan. No matter what she said, he could see that something was wrong with her. She looked hot even in this air-conditioned environment. She was falling asleep every chance she got, and her mind didn't seem all there. He needed to get all this over with so he could get her to a doctor.

As they had done many times before, Taiyuan airport authorities gave Mr. Knight's plane permission to land, which it did without incident. But from this point all activity associated with Mr. Knight's Gulfstream deviated from anything they had seen before. Fortunately, they showed no curiosity about this. They didn't even come out to investigate why no one except a solidly built Chinese man who looked suspiciously like a law enforcement officer stepped off the plane, trotted across the tarmac, exited the terminal, bargained fiercely and paid handsomely to "rent" a car from a driver (which really meant that Lo flashed his MPS credential and made a few bone-chilling threats), then drove back around through the airport's south gate, back across the tarmac, parked, then disappeared back into the private jet, where there appeared to be no further activity.

Inside the plane the minutes dragged on as everyone waited for Anne Baxter Hooper's fax to come through. One by one they checked to see if all of the fax lines were plugged into the right places. David became increasingly convinced that the call was being blocked in some way, but Hulan-who'd awakened from dreams filled with unsettling images of war and the Knight factory floor, of mutilated bodies and dirty money- doubted that could be so. Finally the machine hummed to life and the papers began to spew out. David picked up each sheet as it came through. As with the others, they made no sense by themselves or even when compared to the papers Sun had given him.

Over Henry's objections, they decided not to look for Sun. "If your friend is hiding on Tianlong Mountain, he'll be hard to find," Hulan offered reasonably after Henry had shouted at David that his judgment was clouded and that he was only concerned with saving his own hide. "For now he's probably better off where he is. Let's get this resolved once and for all. If Sun is innocent as you say, Mr. Knight, then we can bring him out safely. If he's guilty, then he'll be found, prosecuted, and shot no matter what we do."

"All I'm saying is that your boyfriend here keeps forgetting that Sun is his client-"

"I've told you twenty times, Henry, I haven't forgotten that-"

"Can we just go?" Hulan asked.

The copilot released the door and stairs. The heat and humidity hit the travelers, instantly drenching them in sweat and sticky, polluted moisture from the torpid air. Lo and Hulan got in the front seat, and Henry and David got in the back, of a Wuhan-manufactured Citroen. Lo drove them back through Taiyuan City, across the anemic Fen River, then south on the toll road. Lo pulled off at the exit for Da Shui Village, and they proceeded west until they reached the crossroads. From here Lo turned again and drove the short distance to Suchee's little farm.

Midday hung heavily on the little compound. The cicadas shrieked with heat, and the roasting air undulated off the fields. Hulan ducked into the house to make sure Suchee wasn't there, then came back outside and called out across the fields to her friend. Shortly they saw Suchee emerge through a distant cornfield, then trudge across another field of her home vegetables. When she reached them, Hulan introduced Henry. Realizing that this was the man who'd hired her daughter and who in her eyes had corrupted the village, Suchee stared at him with steady, unforgiving eyes, ignoring his passable attempts at polite conversation. Without shifting her gaze, Suchee asked Hulan, "Why have you brought him here?"

"We need to see Miaoshan's papers again."

Suchee stood as still as an ox under the beating sun, thinking, weighing. Then she turned and with heavy steps plodded slowly to the little outbuilding where she kept her tools. A few minutes later, she returned and led the way into her house. Lo remained outside to stand guard.

The heat inside was almost unbearable with the temperature hovering at about a hundred and fifteen degrees. Suchee began to unroll the plans, but David said, "Not those. The other papers." Suchee left the factory plans on the table, and as they waited, Henry smoothed them out, looking at them with sadness. David took this time to check on Hulan. She'd dropped onto one of the overturned crates. Her face was pale, and sweat dripped down her neck. She too stared at the factory plans, but David could see that her eyes were unfocused.

"Here," Suchee said sharply, putting the papers with the columns and numbers on the table.

Henry set the fax down on the table next to the other papers, then looked expectantly at David, who hesitated. Sun was his client. If he was guilty, David would be exposing him. But if he was innocent, this was the only way to prove it. Reluctantly he reached into his briefcase, pulled out Sun's papers, and set them on the table with the others. The four of them stared at the papers, trying to decipher them. After a painful moment Suchee turned away. But to the others a pattern began to emerge. Ann's fax really was the key, providing the various bank names, account numbers, and pathways between the SUN GAN accounts and the dummy corporations.

Each week monies had left the main Knight International account from the Bank of China branch in Taiyuan. From here varying amounts had traveled into other accounts in the same branch, where they never stayed for more than a day. These accounts were the ones that matched Suchee's list and used the Sam amp; His Friends characters to spell out SUN GAN. Then these monies were wired abroad to what looked to be Sun's actual accounts in the U.S. However, Sun's actual account numbers meant absolutely nothing in the scheme. They had been placed in the columns next to the names of the dummy corporations only to deceive, which they had done quite successfully. This was where Keith's key provided another list of accounts. These covered an unusual spectrum of primarily West Coast American- and Asian-owned institutions, the first letters of which also spelled out SUN GAN-Sumitomo, Union, National, Glendale Federal, American, and Nippon Kogyo Ginko. The monies had stayed in these accounts sometimes for a day, sometimes for as much as two months, but then they'd been moved again, traveling through another series of accounts in the United States, Switzerland, the Cayman Islands, and, finally, back to China to accounts at the Bank of China, the China Industrial Bank, and the China Agricultural Bank in Taiyuan. By the time the monies reached these institutions, they'd been perfectly laundered, appearing as pristine American dollars deposited directly into the Chinese accounts of Henry Knight. The proof was irrefutable.

At last, and with some embarrassment, Hulan and David turned to Henry. He stared at them with agonized eyes. He didn't try to deny what they'd found, nor did he try to defend himself, which made the moment all the more awkward. He'd lied to them and lied some more. He'd bluffed and they'd called him on it. But before any of them could speak, a scream rang out in the distance. Then another, and another. Each one came closer. Hulan looked around and saw Suchee with her hands over her ears, trying to block the sound as if it were coming from inside her own head. But it wasn't, and Hulan watched Suchee's face change as she realized that the horrible, primitive wail was coming from outside.