The Interior

"Yes," he said, though he'd left out the way Miles had implied much more clearly than Hulan surmised that he might have had something to do with Keith's death. But David couldn't bring himself to believe it. David knew Miles, played te

"I told you everything too," Hulan said, though she'd withheld the names of Sun's banks in China and abroad. That information would be useless to David. In America he'd need a court order to gain access to Sun's accounts. But David was in China, and besides, he would never use a court order against his own client. To Hulan, however, Sun was nothing but a suspect. If she had to, she'd use, to quote David, any means possible to bring Sun to justice, even if that ultimately meant betraying David's trust, because… Because it was in her nature to put duty first- whether on the Red Soil Farm or here in Beijing-before matters of her own heart. She couldn't allow herself to forget that again.

The silence lingered between them, then David said, "That's good. We don't want any secrets between us."

Hulan pulled away. "I'd better get ready."

The Beijing Hotel was the oldest of the grand hotels in the city. It sat at the end of Wangfujing Street where it intersected with Chang An, the imperial boulevard of Eternal Peace. The Beijing was a venerable dowager that had seen it all. Today she was comprised of three wings, each representing a different incarnation. The oldest dated back to the days when she was the Hotel de Pekin, a French-owned establishment originally designed to appeal to decadent and cosmopolitan foreign guests. The west wing had been built in the fifties for the more severe requirements of Soviet visitors. The newest wing, the " Distinguished Guests Building," attempted to serve the needs of today's most demanding guests-foreign and Chinese. Although not as popular with Americans as some of the new hotels that had sprung up around the city, the Beijing's location-within walking distance of Tiananmen Square, the huge governmental edifices that bordered it, and the ancient Forbidden City-made it a preferred venue for business meetings and banquets for officials and dignitaries.

The banquet was scheduled to start at six. Although Tartan and Knight were American companies, Chinese custom would prevail since Governor Sun and a few low-level ministry officials would be in attendance. This meant that the banquet would start promptly at six and end precisely at eight. However, this was not the only event taking place at the Beijing Hotel on this particular evening, as Hulan and David discovered when Investigator Lo attempted to drop them off. Several limousines and Town Cars clogged the entrance, depositing parties of young people, men in business suits, and entire families. As Lo edged forward in the line, he suggested that these people might be here for wedding banquets. This assessment was verified as they reached the entrance and saw a couple of men with video cameras capturing the arrivals for wedding tapes.

David and Hulan edged past the video crews, who jostled to get shots of everyone entering the building. Once inside, they looked around the bustling lobby until they found Miss Quo, who'd been invited as part of the permanent staff of the Beijing office of Phillips, MacKenzie amp; Stout.

Unlike the typical law firm underling who adhered to modestly priced, conservative styles, she was dressed this evening in an elegant black slip dress bought off a couture runway in Paris. Yet it was Miss Quo who gushed over Hulan's outfit-a summer dress made from silk the color of a ripe persimmon. Over this Hulan wore a handmade short-sleeve jacket woven from the thi

David and the two women walked up the sweeping staircase to the second-floor banquet rooms. Knight had followed Chinese tradition by booking two co

"Dad, I've said it a hundred times today," he said impatiently. "If you want to cancel the sale entirely, fine. We fix everything and move forward, but…" When he noticed that the others had arrived, his voice changed. "David, good to see you. You have a nice flight up?"

Henry stared from his son to David and back again. Just as he was about to say something, Miles poked his head through the door and said, "I wondered where you two had gone. Oh, and here's David and Hulan." Miles gave Hulan a hug and kiss, then said, "It's been a long time. You're more beautiful today than when I last saw you. No wonder David's turned his world upside down to get back to you."

During this exchange David watched as Doug took his father's elbow and led him back into the room, but not before Henry looked back over his shoulder at David, a worried look on his face. Then David's attention was drawn back to Miles, who was shaking his hand, smiling warmly, and saying sotto voce, "I knew you'd come around."

Together they entered the sitting room, which was lined with thirty overstuffed easy chairs upholstered in heavy gray wool with tatted antimacassars on the arms and headrests from which a vague smell of mothballs wafted. On the walls were a series of landscape scrolls, each showing a different season.

Whereas in the U.S. the cocktail hour was designed for casual mingling, this portion of a Chinese banquet was carefully scripted, with the bigwigs on the north and south walls communicating across the expanse of the room in formulaic sentences. As a result, where people sat was carefully strategized according to rank and importance.

As if nothing had happened, Randall Craig rose from his chair, greeted David warmly, shook hands with Hulan and Miss Quo, and began introducing them to those already seated. Governor Sun, as the highest-ranking official, sat in the middle chair against the northern wall. To his left sat Henry Knight, while on his right was Assistant Secretary Amy Gao. Flanking out from them and lining the walls to Sun's right and left were officials from several government entities. By the time these introductions were done, Miss Quo had taken a chair far from the middle along one of the side walls, thus showing her very low rank.

Somewhere above the middle of the west wall, Randall began to introduce David and Hulan to Nixon Chen, who was representing one of the government agencies.

"No introduction necessary, Mr. Craig," Nixon said, jumping up and pumping David's hand. "We are old, old friends! I have known Liu Hulan my entire life, and David from my years in America." In answer to Randall's unasked question, Nixon rattled on. "Like Liu Hulan I was sent to America to study. She was there for many more years than I, but for some of those years we were in the same place."

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