Song Jia showed no sign of being drunk in the bedroom. On the contrary, she was as clear-headed as when she had first entered the house. What she had drunk downstairs had only been plain water; she had merely pretended to be drunk to play along with Zhang Heng.
Once they were upstairs, Zhang Heng searched her again before saying, "All right, we can talk normally now. There are no more listening devices on you, but we'd better still be careful. Don't speak too loudly, or they might hear us downstairs."
The moment he finished speaking, Song Jia impatiently asked, "Who exactly are they?"
"That's what I want to know too." Zhang Heng walked to the window and drew the curtains. After a pause, he added, "When we went to Doctor Beck's house earlier, I noticed someone watching the place. That was probably why Doctor Beck seemed so nervous and refused to talk to us at all. I didn't know how closely those people were monitoring him, or whether there were listening devices or cameras in his clinic, so I didn't press him any further."
Song Jia suddenly understood. "Doctor Beck said, 'You're with them,' earlier, and I couldn't figure out what he meant. It looks like he mistook us for the people watching him."
"Mm."
"That's also why they put a listening device on me." Song Jia was smart, and she quickly pieced together the whole story. Most importantly, she finally understood why she, an ordinary person, had been wiretapped.
However, Zhang Heng had only selectively explained part of the matter. He had kept some things from Song Jia—for instance, he had actually spotted the people conducting surveillance near the bar before entering Doctor Beck's clinic. That was why he had suggested eating at the bar afterward. Song Jia