'We've found somebody who's a regular at the mosque,' he said. 'He goes there every evening after work, for prayers. We'll see you in the pre-school.'
Falcon came into the barrio of El Cerezo from the north, to avoid any traffic around the hospital. In the pre- school he photocopied the lists of personnel from Informaticalidad and gave them to Ramirez with orders for two members of the squad to start interviewing the sales reps to see if they'd noticed anything. Ramirez introduced the Moroccan man, who was called Said Harrouch. He was a cook, born in 1958 in Larache in northern Morocco.
The demolition work was too loud for them to talk in any of the classrooms, none of which had any glass in the windows, so they moved to the man's apartment nearby. Harrouch's wife made them mint tea and they sat in a room facing away from the destroyed building.
'You're a cook for a manufacturing company in the Poligono Industrial Calonge,' said Ramirez. 'What hours do you work?'
'Seven in the morning until five in the afternoon,' he said. 'They let me go back home when they heard about the bomb.'
'Do you go to the mosque at a regular time?'
'I manage to get there some time between half past five and a quarter to six.'
'Every day?'
'On the weekends I go five times a day.'
'Do you just pray, or do you spend time there?'
'At the weekends there's tea and I'll sit around and talk.'
The man was calm. He sat back from the table with his hands clasped across his stomach. He blinked slowly with long lashes and no wariness of either policeman.
'How long have you lived in Seville?'
'Nearly sixteen years,' he said. 'I came over in 1990 to work on the Expo site. I never went back.'
'Do you like living here in this neighbourhood?'
'I preferred living in the old city,' he said. 'It was more like home.'
'How are the people here?'
'You mean the Spanish people?' he asked. 'They're all right, most of them. Some of them don't like so many of us Moroccans being here.'
'You don't have to be diplomatic,' said Ramirez. 'Tell us how it really is.'
'After the Madrid train bombings a lot of people are very suspicious of us,' said Harrouch. 'They might have been told that not every North African is a terrorist, but it doesn't help when there are so many of us about. The Imam has done his best to explain to local people that terrorism is a problem with an extreme minority, and that he himself does not agree with their radical interpretations of Islam, and does not approve of it in his mosque. It hasn't helped. They are still suspicious. I tell them that even in Morocco you would struggle to find anyone who actively approves of what these few fanatics are doing, but they don't believe us. Of course, if you go to a teahouse in Tangier you will hear people getting angry about what the Americans and the Israelis are doing. You will see protests on the streets about the plight of the Palestinians. But that is just talk and demonstration. It doesn't mean we're all about to strap bombs to our chests and go out and kill. Our own people were killed in the suicide bombings in Casablanca in May 2003 and Muslims died on those trains in Madrid in 2004 and in London in 2005, but they don't remember that.'
'That's the nature of terror, isn't it, Sr Harrouch?' said Falcon. 'The terrorist wants people to know that this can happen in any place, at any time, to anybody-Christian, Muslim, Hindu or Buddhist. This seems to be the state we are in now, here in Seville. People can no longer feel safe in their homes. What we want to find out, as soon as possible, is: who wants us to be terrified or, if that's too difficult, why they want us to be terrified.'
'But, of course, everybody will assume it is us,' said Harrouch, putting his fingertips to his chest. 'As I left work this morning, I was insulted in the street by people who can only think in one way when they hear that a bomb has gone off.'
'On 11th March the government automatically thought it was ETA,' said Ramirez.
'We know that there are anti-Muslim groups,' said Falcon.
'We've all heard of VOMIT, for instance,' said Harrouch. Then, registering the policemen's surprise: 'We spend a lot of time on the internet. That's how we communicate with our families back in Morocco.'
'We only found out about it this morning,' said Falcon.
'But it isn't directed at you, is it?' said Harrouch. 'It's designed to show that Islam is a religion of hate, which is not true. We see VOMIT as just another way that the West has devised to set out to humiliate us.'
'But it isn't the West that has created that website,' said Ramirez. 'It's another fanatical minority within the West.'
'The fact is, Sr Harrouch, it's going to take time for us to reach the basement where the mosque was located,' said Falcon, drawing the discussion back to business. 'We're going to have to wait days for any forensic information from the site of the actual bomb. What we have to rely on, for the moment, is witness accounts. Who was seen going in and out of that building over the last seventy-two hours. So far we have had a sighting of two vehicles: a white Peugeot Partner with two Moroccan men, who were seen delivering cardboard boxes-'
'Of sugar,' said Harrouch, suddenly animated. 'I was there when they brought it in yesterday. It was sugar. It was clearly printed on the sides of the boxes. And they had plastic carrier bags of mint. It was for the tea.'
'Did you know those two men?' asked Ramirez. 'Had you seen them before?'
'No, I didn't know them,' he said. 'I'd never seen them before.'
'So who did know them? Who did they make contact with?'
'Imam Abdelkrim Benaboura.'
'What did they do with this sugar and mint?'
'They took it into the storeroom at the back of the mosque.'
'Were these men introduced to anybody?'
'No.'
'Do you know where they came from?' asked Falcon.
'Someone said they were from Madrid.'
'How long did they stay in the mosque talking to the Imam?'
'They were still there when I left at seven o'clock.'
'Could they have spent the night there?'
'It's possible. People have slept in the mosque before.'
'Do you remember when they arrived?' asked Ramirez.
'About ten minutes after I came in from work, so about a quarter to six.'
'Can you tell us exactly what they did?'
'They came in, each carrying a box with a carrier bag of mint on top. They asked for the Imam. He came out of his office and showed them the storeroom. They stowed the boxes and then went back outside and brought another two boxes in.'
'Then what?'
'They left.'
'Empty-handed?'
'I think so,' said Harrouch. 'But they came back a few minutes later. I think they went off to park their car. When they returned they went into the Imam's office and they hadn't come out again by the time I left.'
'Did you hear anything of their conversation?'
Harrouch shook his head. Falcon sensed the man's nausea at the endless questions about seemingly unimportant detail. Harrouch somehow felt he was compromising these two men, who he believed had just delivered sugar and nothing more. Falcon told him not to worry about the questions, they were asked only to see if they squared with other witness accounts.
'Did you hear any talk of other outsiders who'd turned up that morning?' asked Ramirez.
'Outsiders?'
'Workmen, delivery people…that sort of thing.'
'The electricians came at some stage. Something had gone wrong with the electrics on Saturday night. We were in the dark, with just candles, all Sunday and when I came in from work yesterday all the lights were back on. I don't know what happened or what work was done. You'll have to ask someone who was there in the
