The major spun about from the window. “You!” he spat. “If it were up to me, I would have you dragged out of Zhongje in irons! This is not your personal playground, Shan! You think you can hide behind some old lady and parade your friends around Longtou!” Shan dropped the image from the hospital security camera onto the major’s desk. Sung glared at him, then stepped to the desk. “A dark woman and a dark car on a dark night.” “You know that the Governor of Lhadrung County arranged for me to be on the Commission.” “Of course. Tan the Iron Fist.” “This woman went to his hospital to kill him. When the full story gets out, the explosions will be heard all the way to Beijing. That’s a Public Security car.” Sung dropped into his chair. The muscles of his thin face worked as he stared at Shan, then he picked up the photo, turning it in the light to study the image. “I know nothing about this.” “No. I don’t think you do. Which means you should worry all the more.”
