Chapter 25: A (1/2)
Killer Nights
Chapter 25: A-Tie’s Confession
Just when Jiang Zhengkai was about to give up, his desk telephone rang again. “Jiang, it’s Zhang,” said Zhang Nan over the phone. “I have a new lead here. This morning, the post office delivered a letter to Zhu Yuping’s residence. It was sent from Sichuan Province. The letter has already been intercepted by our colleagues patrolling the neighborhood.”
“Really? A letter from Sichuan?” Jiang Zhengkai repeated. He didn’t think it was that strange for Zhu Yuping to have a friend or relative in Sichuan.
“Correct, except the letter wasn’t directly addressed to Zhu Yuping,” Zhang Nan continued. “The envelope was addressed to Lu Xiaomei, care of Zhu Yuping.”
“Lu Xiaomei?” The importance of that name soon dawned on him. “Wait, is that the female victim in the first case, Xiaomei?” That’s right, Sichuan! Xiaomei was Sichuanese! A-Jiao had told him that. Furthermore, he recalled seeing the name Lu Xiaomei in Xiaomei’s case file.
“That’s right, Jiang,” Zhang Nan replied. “I’ve already read the letter. It’s just an ordinary letter from her family. However, there was one thing in the letter that I found interesting. The letter said that her mother’s health had significantly improved and that her older brother was going to graduate this year, so Xiaomei could stop sending her monthly remittances home. It also said that Xiaomei sent home too much money last month, that her family had no need for that much money. Oh, and the letter ended by telling her to take care of herself or something along those lines.”
“Someone sent money to Xiaomei’s family after she died?” an astonished Jiang Zhengkai asked. Xiaomei had died more than two months ago, so she obviously couldn’t have sent the money. But if it wasn’t her, then who could it have been? Just then, a familiar voice echoed in his mind…
“Can you take me to the post office?”
“I’m going to wire my parents some money. They’re waiting to use it.”
“No peeping while I type in my PIN!”
A-Jiao? Xiaomei? Could it be that A-Jiao was Xiaomei? Or did A-Jiao send money on behalf of Xiaomei? If Jiang Zhengkai had to choose, he naturally would have chosen to believe the latter, but common sense dictated that he chose the former. After all, A-Jiao was a prost.i.tute, a woman who sold her body for money. Was it possible that her sentimentality outweighed her greed, so much so that she sent her hard-earned money to another woman’s family? No, it didn’t make sense. Then did that mean that the first victim was in fact A-Jiao as opposed to Xiaomei?
“Zhang, what about A-Jiao? Do you have any more doc.u.ments on her?” Jiang Zhengkai paused his train of thought to ask Zhang Nan.
“A-Jiao?” Zhang Nan asked before falling silent for a moment. “Wasn’t she the witness to the first two cases? To tell you the truth, I really don’t know that much about her. She’s not a regular who works everyday.”
“Oh? There are part-timers even in that profession?” Jiang Zhengkai chuckled. Were there prost.i.tutes who only worked Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and took off Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sat.u.r.days?
“About that, yeah, there actually are,” Zhang Nan laughingly replied. “In any case, I’ll go back and get some more information from A-Shun.”
“Alright. After you’ve obtained more information, call me immediately,” Jiang Zhengkai said before hanging up the phone. However, he suddenly felt A-Jiao standing right in front of him, hands on her hips, indignantly saying, “I’ll work whenever I feel like working! You don’t control me, you d.a.m.n cop!”
“Inspector Jiang, did you need me to do anything over by Ju’an Road tonight?” Wei Xin popped in and asked. She was wearing civilian attire, since according to the duty roster, it was her turn to stand watch in the alley tonight.
“Oh, no, thank you,” Jiang Zhengkai shook his head. He added, “Oh, but one more thing. If you see A-Shun tonight, remember to ask him if he knows where A-Jiao is. Also, it’ll be cold tonight, so make sure to wear some more clothes.” Jiang Zhengkai took a look at what Wei Xin was wearing, which wasn’t a whole lot. Since she was playing the part of a prost.i.tute, it made sense that she was dressed for the part. You wouldn’t expect her to walk the streets in her police uniform, would you?
“Do I look pretty?” Wei Xin asked. She took no heed of what Jiang Zhengkai had said to her, and was instead worried about her overall appearance.
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“Yeah, not bad,” Jiang Zhengkai helplessly answered.
“Good! Next time I take you out to dinner, I’ll make sure to dress like this,” teased Wei Xin before she whipped her head around and ran out of the room. “Don’t stay too late, Inspector Jiang!”
Jiang Zhengkai sat there and sighed. He understood what Wei Xin was trying to get at, but there was no place in his heart for Wei Xin. If there were only two women left in this world, and he had to choose between Wei Xin and A-Jiao, then he would choose the latter, not because A-Jiao was better than Wei Xin, but rather because every soul had scars hidden deep within it.
As night descended, Jiang Zhengkai parked his car near the vicinity of Uncle Cai’s noodle shop. He walked into the noodle shop, found himself a table, and hollered, “Uncle Cai! One large bowl of hand-cut noodles! And make sure to give me some extra paste, too!”
“You got it!” Uncle Cai hollered in response as he walked over to wipe down the table. “How come you’ve been coming by yourself recently? Where did that girl A-Jiao go?”