The Blind Man of Seville. Robert Thomas Wilson

they were all short and fat, otherwise I’d have a job recalling them all for you.’

      ‘Look, funny guy,’ said Ramírez, getting his finger out, ‘somebody came in here, picked up some information about the job you were doing in the Edificio Presidente and used it to get himself into an apartment there and torture an old man to death. So try a little harder for us.’

      ‘You didn’t say he was tortured to death,’ said Bravo.

      ‘I still don’t remember,’ said the foreman.

      ‘Maybe they were immigrants,’ said Ramírez.

      ‘Some of them might have been.’

      ‘Moroccans, maybe, who work for no money.’

      ‘We don’t employ —’ started Bravo.

      ‘We heard you the first time,’ said Ramírez. ‘I didn’t believe you then. So, look, if you want a quiet life with no visits from Immigration, then start thinking, start remembering who’s been in here since last Friday and if you saw anyone taking a particular interest in that whiteboard.’

      ‘Because,’ said Falcón, nodding at the foreman, ‘you’re the only person we’ve met who’s probably seen this killer, talked to him.’

      ‘And you know … that’s something the killer might start thinking, too,’ said Ramírez. ‘Buenos días.’

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       Saturday, 14th April 2001

      ‘He was right — Sr Bravo,’ said Ramírez. ‘It’s too obvious a connection but the killer could be one of his workers.’

      ‘But only if the second scenario, where Eloisa Gómez lets the killer into the apartment, is the correct one,’ said Falcón. ‘If he got in using the lifting gear he’d have been missing from work in the afternoon. We’re going to have to interview every worker and put more pressure on the girl.’