Inspector Zhang and the Disappearing Drugs

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Authors: Stephen Leather
"When you and your assistant entered the apartment neither of you were wearing gloves. Therefore if you did indeed conceal the boxes under the wardrobe, your fingerprints and DNA will be on the cardboard."
    Mr. Yin glared at Inspector Zhang for several seconds , then his shoulders slumped. "I have been a fool," he said.
    "I agree," said Inspector Zhang. "When you were approached by Inspector Kwok you realised that she was providing you with a golden opportunity to cover your crime.   You were the one bringing the drugs into the country, but of course she didn't know that. You put the boxes in the van but on the way to the apartment you removed the heroin and resealed the boxes. The boxes on the trolleys were empty. And once inside the apartment out of sight of the surveillance camera you simply flattened the boxes and hid them under the wardrobe." He turned to Inspector Kwok. "You may arrest Mr. Yin now," he said. "The mystery is solved."
    Inspector Kwok had been staring at Mr. Yin with her mouth wide open and she jumped when Inspector Zhang spoke. She took out her handcuffs, fastened then to Mr. Yin's wrists, and took him out.
    Sergeant Lee was scribbling in her notebook.
    "What are you writing, Sergeant Lee?" asked Inspector Zhang.
    "Everything," she said. She looked up from the notebook. "You knew he was guilty before you even brought him here, didn't you? Before you even found the boxes."
    Inspector Zhang smiled. "Yes, that's true. I did."
    "How?" asked Sergeant Lee.
    Inspector Zhang tapped the side of his head. "By using ze little grey cells," he said, in his best Hercule Poirot impersonation.
    "Something he said at the warehouse?"
    "Before then," said Inspector Zhang. "When I watched the surveillance video footage at New Phoenix Park, I knew he was our man."
    "But all we saw was him delivering the boxes and leaving," said Sergeant Lee. "Nothing else happened."
    "He unlocked the door," said Inspector Zhang.
    Sergeant Lee's frown deepened.
    "It was his first time at the apartment," said Inspector Zhang. "But he knew that the key had to be turned twice to open the door. He unlocked the door without any hesitation, but how could he have known that it was a security lock and required two turns of the key?"
    "He couldn't," said Sergeant Lee. "Unless he had already been to the apartment."
    "Exactly," said Inspector Zhang. "You saw the problems that Inspector Kwok had when she tried to unlock the door the first time. But Mr. Yin had no such problems. Because he had already been to the apartment."
    "You solved the case, so why didn't you arrest Mr. Yin? Why did you let Inspector Kwok arrest him?"
    "It is her case," said Inspector Zhang. "I was only brought in to assist."
    "You have saved her career," said Sergeant Lee. "She will take the credit."
    "I solved the mystery, that is all that matters to me," said Inspector Zhang.
    "You are a wonderful detective, Inspector Zhang."
    Inspector Zhang smiled but said nothing.
    Later that night, Inspector Zhang's wife served him fish head bee hoon , a creamy vermicelli noodle soup with chunks of fried fish head, one of his favourite dishes. They were sitting at the dining table and the television was on, with the sound down low.   Mrs. Zhang poured red wine into her husband's glass and he smiled his thanks. On the television, a beaming Senior Assistant Commissioner was standing next to Inspector Kwok who was being interviewed by a reporter from Channel News Asia. Behind them were the ten cardboard boxes that had been opened to reveal the drugs inside.   Mr. Yin had obviously given the drugs to the police, probably hoping to escape the death penalty.
    "Isn't that the case you were working on?" she asked.
    "Yes," said Inspector Zhang, watching as Inspector Kwok flashed the reporter a beaming smile. "Yes it is."
    "So why aren't they interviewing you?"
    Inspector Zhang took a sip of his wine.   "I suppose I'm not handsome enough for television," he said.
    "You're much more handsome than the

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