‘Was it just the age difference?’
‘She was their only child,’ said Jimenez. ‘And I doubt they were impressed by his lack of family background. They must have seen what base metal he was. He was flashy, too.’
‘He was rich by then?’
‘He made a lot of money over there and he enjoyed spending it.’
‘How did he make his money?’
‘Smuggling, probably. Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t legal. Later he got into currency dealing. He even had his own bank at one stage — not that it meant anything. He got into property and construction, too.’
‘How do you know all this?’ asked Falcon. ‘You were barely ten by the time you left and I doubt he told you very much.’
‘I pieced it all together, Inspector Jefe. That’s the way my mind works. It was my way of making sense of what happened.’
Silence came into the room like news of a death. Falcon was willing him to continue, but Jimenez had his lips drawn tight over his teeth, steeling himself.
‘You were born in 1950,’ said Falcon, nudging him on.
‘Nine months to the day after they were married.’
‘And your sister?’
‘Two years later. There were some complications in her birth. I know they nearly lost her and it left my mother very weak. They wanted to have lots of children, but my mother wasn’t capable after that. It affected my sister, too.’
‘How?’
‘She was a very sweet-natured girl. She was always caring for things … animals, especially stray cats, of which there were plenty in Tangier. There wasn’t anything you could … she was just … ‘ he faltered, his hands kneaded the air, forcing the words out. ‘She was just simple, that’s all. Not stupid … just uncomplicated. Not like other children.’
‘Did your mother ever recover her strength?’
‘Yes, yes, she did, she recovered her strength completely, She …’ Jimenez trailed off, stared up at the ceiling. ‘She even became pregnant again. It was a very difficult time. My father had to leave Tangier, but my mother could not be moved.’
‘When was this?’
‘The end of 1958. He took my sister and I stayed.’
‘Where did he go?’
‘He rented a house in a village up in the hills above Algeciras.’
‘Was he on the run?’
‘Not from the authorities.’
‘A bad business deal?’
‘I never found that out,’ he said.
‘And your mother?’
‘She had the baby. A boy. My father mysteriously appeared on the night of the birth. He’d come over secretly. He was worried that something would go wrong, like the last time, and she wouldn’t survive the birth. He was …’
Jimenez frowned, as if he’d come up against something beyond his comprehension. He blinked against the interfering tears.
‘This is very difficult ground, Inspector Jefe,’ he said. ‘I thought that when my father died I would be pleased. It would be a relief and a release from … It would signify the end of all these unfinished thoughts.’
‘Unfinished thoughts, Sr Jimenez?’
‘Thoughts that have no ending. Thoughts that are interminable because they have no resolution. Thoughts that leave you forever hanging in the balance.’
Although these words were recognizable as language, their meaning was obscure and yet Falcon, without knowing why, understood something of the man’s torment. Hints prodded his own mind — his father’s death, the things left unsaid, the studio uninvestigated.
‘It may just be our natural state,’ said Falcon. ‘That in coming from complicated beings who are unknowable, we will always be the carriers of the unresolved and further compound it with our own irresolvable questions, which we in turn hand on. Perhaps it is better to be uncomplicated like your sister. To be uncluttered by the baggage of previous generations.’
Jimenez drilled him with animal eyes from under the brush of his brow. He fed on the words from Falcon’s mouth. He pulled himself up, cleared the intensity from his face.
‘The only problem there …’ he said, ‘… in my sister’s case, is that her lack of complexity gave her no system, no potential for reordering the chaos after the cataclysm hit our family. She lost her tenuous link with a structured existence and thereafter floated in space. Yes, I think that’s what her madness is like … an astronaut disconnected from his ship, spinning in a massive void.’
‘I think you’ve run ahead of me.’
