consider myself a friend of hers. We worked together almost 30 years.â She dropped her voice a few octaves before going on. âI have never talked to the police before about anything. Iâve tried to live my life honestly and never get the police involved. Never wanted any trouble.â She brought her face in close. Lilyâs hair was in a tight, smelly perm. She tried to cake makeup into the lines around her face, but she didnât use enough. A red scarf was draped across her broad shoulders.
âSo metimes the police have to get involved,â I said. âWe donât like it any more than you do. But weâve got good men on the case already.â
âYouâr e the only one I can trust,â she said. âI start trying to speak English and the stupid white cops roll their eyes at me.â
âIf you have something to report about Wah, we can get you an interpreter at the precinct. This is not my case. Someone else is handling it. Did Yip tell you to come here and meet me?â I looked at Yip, but he had his head down and his hands around his tea cup.
âI told Yip I had to meet that Chinese policeman and talk to him,â Lily said.
âWhat do you want to tell me?â
âI know who killed Wah.â
âLook, if you know something, you have to go down to the precinct or at least call it in.â
âI donât want to! I have to tell you! No one else understands!â It was no use talking to her. I felt waylaid by the old woman. I resented Yip for making me come out. I glared at him, but Yip didnât make a sound.
âOkay,â I said. âWhat do you know?â She smiled.
âWah was one of the best workers at Jade Palace. She could always convince people to get two or three extra dishes. She knew all the customers by name and what they liked. There are two groups of waiters and waitresses at Jade Palace â the young and careless, and the old and bitter. She had the energy of the young people and the old peopleâs connection with regular customers. But Wah was being paid the same as everyone else.â
âAnd she expected to get paid more.â
âItâs even worse than that. The younger people were geting angry that the management was taking part of their tips. They started holding meetings to see if they should start a union. The old people already knew that this was the established practice and accepted it, but Wah went to some meetings. They told her she should be paid at least 20% more, based on her seniority. Then when the younger workers decided to go on strike, Wah went to the upper management. You know, Iâm just a low-level manager. Iâm only one step above the workers. I told her not to, that they would laugh in her face.â
âAnd she didnât get her raise.â
âShe got the raise!â Suddenly Lily dropped her voice. âAnd a month later, she was. . .â Lily pursed her lips and flipped her hands to show her palms. âIt must have been a jealous co-worker, one of the younger people.â
âWho?â
âI donât know.â
âYou said you knew who killed Wah!â
âNo! I didnât say that!â
âYou said you thought you knew who killed Wah.â
âI didnât say that!â
âYes, you. . .oh, never mind. I think itâs time for me to leave.â I was getting too bogged down with useless information. Some dry Japanese beer would help clear the chalkboard.
âWhat are you going to do now?â Lily asked.
âI have go match up some stray socks. Iâm sorry I canât
help you.â
âBut Wah is dead!â
âIf you think one of her co-workers killed her. . .â
âI never said that!â
I lazily scratched at my face and turned to Yip. âWhat do you know about this?â
âShe told me about the raise, but I didnât know anything
about the meetings. We never
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