Part 37 (2/2)
The news stunned Sunny. ”Married? How could that be?”
”I went out for rice this morning. On the way home, I ran into a neighbour. He was escorting an old monk back to his flat. It turns out the monk was his great uncle.” She giggled gleefully. ”A cleric in our very building! We couldn't pa.s.s up the opportunity. We would have waited for you but . . . Oh, how I wish you could have been there.” Her voice cracked. ”Married, xio he. Me! To that beautiful man. Can you believe it?”
”I am so happy for you. I am.” Sunny's heart cracked. ”But there is no time for celebrating. They are coming for you.”
Jia-Li angled her head. ”Why do you say this?”
”The Kempeitai. They know. Wen-Cheng is an informant. He told them that Charlie is here, bao bei.”
The screwdriver in Charlie's hand dropped to the floor. Jia-Li's face fell. ”Why?” she asked. ”Why would he do this?”
In a few rushed sentences, Sunny shared what Wen-Cheng had told her. Before she had even finished, Charlie leapt up, grabbed his crutches and darted to the window. As he peered out, he said, ”You must leave now.”
Trembling, Jia-Li nodded. ”Chun is right, xio he. You had better go.”
”Both of you,” Charlie commanded.
”Leave you?” Jia-Li extended a hand to Charlie, but his back was still turned. ”On the day we are married? I won't. Never!”
”I will meet you in the Old City,” Charlie said without taking his eyes off the street. ”We must make separate escapes. If they see us leaving together, we are doomed.”
”No, Chun,” Jia-Li pleaded. ”If we leave right this moment, then surely-”
Charlie shot up a hand to cut her off. The room went silent. The faint sound in the quiet street carried all the way to the ninth floor.
Charlie released the curtain and let it fall into place. He wheeled back to them. ”They are here!”
Jia-Li ran over to Charlie. He held her against his chest and kissed the top of her head. ”You are everything to me,” he murmured.
”I could not love anyone more,” Jia-Li whimpered.
He wriggled free of her and pushed her toward the door. ”Our only hope is for you to leave. Now!”
Jia-Li hesitated. ”Promise you will meet me, Chun.” Sunny could see the emotion in her misting eyes. ”Promise me.”
Charlie closed his eyes and nodded.
”In the Old City?”
”The Old City,” Charlie said. ”Now go. Take the stairs. Do not look back!”
Jia-Li's gaze lingered on him for one more moment and then she turned for the door.
Sunny followed, but Charlie's voice stopped her. ”Wait, Sunny. You need to leave separately. It's the only way.”
Sunny's mouth went dry as she stopped and watched Jia-Li dash out the door.
”Take the elevator down, Sunny,” Charlie instructed. ”Leave the building as though you were heading out for a stroll. As though it were any other day.”
”You go first,” Sunny croaked. ”They are not looking for me.”
”No. I will go soon. But first I need to create a diversion.” Charlie moved over to the stack of green bricks, lowered himself to the ground and reached for a narrow metal cylinder. ”Sunny, if . . .”
”Yes?”
”Tell her, Sunny . . . tell Jia-Li how happy I am I found her. Tell her that I did not waste my life hunting the ghost of my father.”
She swallowed. ”I will tell her, Charlie.” She then turned and rushed out the door to the elevator. As she waited for the car to arrive, she shrunk back against the corridor wall, afraid that Kempeitai men might burst out of the elevator at any moment. But the car was empty when the doors opened. Inside, she felt lightheaded and her hands trembled. Her nervousness grew as she watched the indicator light above the doors steadily s.h.i.+ft from ”9” down to ”L.” She could hear shouts and stomping boots even before the car reached the lobby.
The doors opened and Sunny was greeted by the sight of a rifle barrel. She thrust her hands up and stumbled back against the elevator wall.
A Kempeitai man who stood beside the soldier holding the rifle pointed at her accusingly. ”You come now!” he shouted in English.
Sunny took a few tentative steps into the lobby. Numerous soldiers filled the s.p.a.ce, and more were piling in through the front door.
The Kempeitai man clamped a hand on her upper arm. ”Who are you?” he demanded.
”I . . . I am only a visitor. My friend, Ling Mei”-she said the first name that came to mind-”she lives on the seventh floor.”
The man stared at her, then snapped his fingers at the soldier beside him, barking out orders in j.a.panese. The soldier lowered his rifle, stepped forward and grabbed Sunny by the other arm. As the Kempeitai man released her arm, the other soldier jerked her toward the front door.
”I am only a visitor,” Sunny pleaded again.
The soldier took no notice of her words as he dragged her to the door. There were only a handful of soldiers left outside, but the street was lined with trucks and troop transports.
”Xio he!” Jia-Li cried from somewhere.
Sunny craned her head to see her best friend struggling against two soldiers who were hauling her toward a military vehicle.
Before Sunny could say anything, flames lit up the sky above her and an ear-shattering boom rocked the ground beneath her feet. She felt something sharp hit her head as gla.s.s and debris rained down on them.
Finally free of the soldier's grip, Sunny dropped to the snow and covered her head with her hands. The soldiers on the street, including her escort, scrambled back toward the building for cover.
Sunny swivelled her head and saw Jia-Li sitting in the snow, her guards gone. Sunny pushed herself up to her feet and raced over to her friend, scooping her up by the shoulder.
Jia-Li looked at her with a pitiful stare. ”The explosion, xio he. Charlie. My Charlie!”
CHAPTER 51.
Sunny could not clear the smell of smoke and cordite from her nostrils, and she was still picking slivers of gla.s.s from her hair and clothes.
After the explosion, the Cathay Building's panicked residents had poured out onto the street. Soldiers and Kempeitai men had raced around in confusion, detaining some civilians while ignoring others. Capitalizing on the mayhem, Sunny had just quietly guided her dazed friend away from the building, whispering repeatedly, ”Keep walking bao bei. Just keep walking.”
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