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The Ghost Shift by John Gapper
The Ghost Shift by John Gapper
The Ghost Shift by John Gapper
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THE
GHOST
SHIFT
A NOVEL
JOHN GAPPER
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BALLANTINE BOOKS
NEW YORK
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The Ghost Shift is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2015 by John Gapper
Map copyright 2015 by David Lindroth, Inc.
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Ballantine Books, an imprint
of Random House, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin
Random House Company, New York.
Ballantine and the House colophon are registered trademarks
of Random House LLC.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Gapper, John.
The ghost shift : a novel / John Gapper.
pages ; cm
ISBN 978-0-345-52792-9 (hardcover : acid-free paper)
ISBN 978-0-345-52794-3 (ebook)
1.Political corruptionChinaFiction. 2.CorporationsCorrupt
practicesChinaFiction. 3.ChinaFiction. I.Title.
PS3607.A66G482015
813'.6dc232014031964
Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper
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Book design by Victoria Wong
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In memory of my mother
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PART I
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Guilin, 1989
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her intense focus on the child. The woman is fifty, she guesses, with a
broad face split by a crooked smile that reveals a missing tooth.
Reaching down, the woman fusses with the blanket, tucking it in
tightly.
Hello, Margot says in English. The woman smiles and clasps
one of Margots hands. Then she nods and waves at the child, as if to
introduce her. She reaches into the basket before Margot can say,
Please dont bother, let her sleepnot that the woman would understand, what is she thinking?picks up the baby and puts her in
Margots arms. It is such joy, after everything, that she cant help crying. As she dabs at her face with a tissue, the older woman takes
charge. The babys cloth diaper is wet; the woman gestures inquiringly, prompting Margot to fetch the bag shes brought, stuffed with
bottles and formula and baby clothes and Pampers from Hong Kong.
She stumbles putting on the first diaper, and the woman helps her.
They return to the courtyard, where the driver is standing next to
his car smoking. Suddenly remembering her camera, Margot digs
into her bag. She hands it to the translator and poses with a smile, one
arm around the womans shoulders and the other holding the gift she
has receiveda daughter.
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Guangdong, 2012
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of land that had not yet been ripped up for industry or grabbed for
apartment blocks. Here, peasants still grew bananas, strawberries,
and lychees, damming the mud in ridges to irrigate the crops. They
built ponds, where they raised fish and eels caught at sea or in rivers
until they were big enough for the tanks of seafood restaurants. A few
huts perched at the waters edge. Inside one, a lantern flickered.
Fuck it.
Her concentration broken, Mei looked across at the young man
on the far side of the Audi. He was bending over in annoyance to
scrape mud from his polished shoes, a lock of hair falling over one
eye.
Whats wrong, Yao?
Id rather be in bed.
Having fun, were you?
Mei stepped past a makeshift barrier erected by the uniformed
personnel of the Dongguan Public Security Bureau to warn off intruders. There was no neednothing had driven on the road since
their arrival. But it gave the cops something to do, she supposed. One
kid stood alert in his blue-and-white uniformhed found a job and
wasnt about to give it up. He offered a white-gloved salute, snapping
his fingers to his cap and staring ahead, not daring to demand Meis
card. She nodded, enjoying his subservience. He looked well suited to
the job: high school diploma, not so bright. The kind who had once
bullied her but wouldnt get that chance again.
Yao joined her. Whos your boyfriend? he said, gesturing with a
thumb over his shoulder to the guard.
Him? She was half-listening to Yao, but her mind was on the
scene in front of her. She didnt understand why they were there. Corruption among Party officials, backhanders, sweetheart deals, soft
loans, stock transfersthese were the bread-and-butter work of the
Commission. Trying to make the elite behave itself, in the face of all
the temptation, but nothing that required a bunch of police in a
marsh at night. The glow of the Wolfs cigarette lit his face briefly
before he tossed it into the water. His brand was Chunghwa, the
Shanghai tobacco with the scent of plums that had been favored by
Mao himself.
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and prostitutes that drew business people from across China and all
over the world to trade during the day and to play at night.
The Wolf, noticing company, trudged back toward them along the
ridge. The two little groups
Mei and Yao, and the Dongguan
policewaited in silence. Dressed in a long overcoat, he walked up
the hill, beckoning as he spoke.
Inspector Wen, I have asked Comrade Song to help with my inquiry. You will permit us.
It was a statement, and the officers chubby face stiffened before
nodding. He knew that the Party took priority over the state authorities. The Wolf turned his attention to Yao, regarding him impassively, as if waiting for a good explanation of his presence. Yao
brushed back his hair and straightened his back.
Secretary, Mei said. This is Comrade Zhang Yao. I thought he
could assist. She waited for a rebuke, but the Wolf nodded, as if
bored with the topic.
Follow me, he said, turning toward the fields. Mei obeyed and
Yao stepped forward with her.
Not you, the Wolf said brusquely, walking away. Her.
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s they stepped onto the ridge that led through the fields, the earth
sank underneath her shoes. The mud was bound together by
scrubby plants and felt precarious, as if it might crumble at any moment. Mei reached instinctively for the Wolfs arm but pulled back
before touching him. He strode a step ahead, the Tiger Head flashlight casting a dancing light. The night turned black as the glow of
the floodlight receded, and the only sound was the tread of their
shoes on the mud. The Wolfs nicotine breath rasped in the silence as
he pointed the flashlight onto a clump of earth or knot of twigs she
should avoid. His shoulder blocked her view forward, and she kept
her eyes down so that she wouldnt slip.
They walked beside a banana field, the leaves brushing her shoulders. She tried not to stumble, but her height made it difficult to step
precisely on the ridgeline. A leaf loomed out of the darkness and
slapped her on the face before she could avoid it. She gasped, and the
Wolf halted.
Im sorry, Secretary. It was nothing.
He did not reply, and Mei looked up at him, trying to gauge his
mood. He kept his light down, and she saw the outline of his face
above the rippled flesh of his neck. When he spoke, his voice was
softer than before.
Do you like your work, Comrade Song?
Yes, Secretary. I have learned a lot.
It is not easy to investigate the Party. People will resent you and
tell you to look the other way. Sometimes, they will threaten you.
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It must be done, to earn the peoples trust. She repeated the rote
phrase that they had learned.
Thats right. How old are you now?
Twenty-three.
He nodded.
She felt his eyes on her in the gloom and thought of the first time
she had seen him, a month before. She had been pulled out of a lecture to take notes at a Party meeting. It was an honor, of course, and
she had rushed to the building, shaking with nerves. A delegation was
visiting from Chongqing, and they had needed to fill the seats. The
armchairs, topped with lace antimacassars, had been arranged in two
lines of eight facing each other, with a pair of armchairs at the head
for the leaders of the delegations. Shown into the room as the meeting started, she scurried to the junior place. All formal meetings were
like thisthey started with the careful filling of teacups by young
attendants and polite expressions of good wishes to the other side.
She had taken out a pen and listened as the Wolf had croaked his
way through a welcome to the visitors before the business began. He
had looked uneasy. Words did not come easily to him. That was why
he hadnt risen further, they saidthe honey tongue belonged to
Chen Longwei, the Party secretary for Guangdong. After his set
piece, the Wolf had remained silent, interjecting occasionally to correct an official. But once, when she looked up, she had seen him gazing at her as if she intrigued him. Even after she had caught his glance,
he had kept looking. She had bowed her head, embarrassed.
The Wolf spoke again. Song Mei, Ive brought you here to show
you something you have to see. It will be hard for you. It will require
all of your strength. Do you understand?
I understand, Secretary Lang. She did not, but she felt the shock
of being called by her name. She was alone, three months after she
had been recruited, with an official so senior that many people who
worked for the Commission served an entire career without ever
speaking to him directly.
You cannot talk about what you see to anyone else, not even that
eager young man. Promise me that.
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The Wolf wedged his foot on the slope, holding a branch with a
rough fork at the end. Leaning forward, he lodged the fork under the
armpit, and lifted, the corpses arm bending at the elbow as it twisted
in the water. He executed the maneuver expertly, as if knowing exactly how to exert the minimum effort, and was already stepping
back as the body rolled.
One breast came clear of the water as the arm flapped backward
and fell with a splash behind the body, then the other. Mei was beginning to realize why the Wolf had brought her there. This wasnt just
a body in a field. The corpses shape was hers, she realizedthe same
length, the same curves. She gazed along it as it settled in the water,
like a nymph rising from the deep, until she came to the face.
Then she understood, and everything elsethe slap of the wave
against the bank, the laughter of the cops across the water, the moon
dimming as a cloud obscured itreceded to nothingness. All she
could see was a woman with the same nose, the same eyes, and the
same face.
Her twin.
A drop of water trickled off Meis nose and splashed in the water
by her feet, then another. She breathed normally, she did not weep, yet
tears flowed out of her as if a pipe had burst. She stepped forward,
descending the bank into the soft mud. The Wolf grunted, but she
didnt halt.
She reached out, touching the cheek and stroking a lock of hair
from across the girls left eye. Close up, she saw a green iris surrounded by blood vessels. Her eyelashes were long and her eyebrows
neatly shaped. The head turned and the mouth opened as if the
corpse were about to speak, but only water spilled out.
The Wolf leaned forward with his branch and tapped Meis shoulder. Her mind was in such turmoil that she hardly noticed, but after
a few seconds she came to her senses and climbed out of the pool to
stand by him.
Do you see why I called you? the Wolf asked.
Yes, Secretary Lang, I understand.
Did you know this woman?
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Mei gripped her palms to her ribs. I didnt know I had a sister.
Nobody told me.
Not even your parents?
I never knew my parents.
The Wolf did not respond. Instead he threw the branch far into
the darkness and rubbed his hands briskly to shed the dirt. Then he
placed a hand on her shoulder to guide her back toward the police
and Yao. He lit the way with his flashlight, while hers dangled at her
side, and spoke over his shoulder.
Something happened here, Comrade Song. You cant explain it
and neither can I, but we will discover the truth. You see those
people?the Wolf pointed at the cops in the arc lightThey dont
care. If we werent here, theyd have given up. Just a migrant girl lost
in the city. Maybe a big man was involved, and they shouldnt provoke
him. Case closed. Am I too cynical?
No, Secretary Lang.
Ive lived a long time. Too long, some people think. Im an old
head. I should retire. They say that, dont they?
They dont, Mei lied.
They were two hundred feet from the police when the Wolf
stopped, facing Mei in the banana field, amid the drooping leaves.
No one knows who she was. Not these fools, not those who did
this. Remember that.
As they left the field and walked up the hill, Mei saw Yao laughing
with a cop, having lost interest in where she had gone. The Wolf
stopped by Inspector Wen, and pointed into the darkness.
You can take her now.
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