that birth date because they didnt know their real birthday and that was the
easiest date to remember. Birth registers for Algerians were pretty hit and miss
in those days, even if we could get access to the Algerian records. And we dont
have a date for his arrival in France. As far as we can tell, he had no official
existence until he turns up with the Commandos dAfrique.
Ive been pushing this because Im not sure about our two suspects, said
J-J
.
I talked with each of them separately for a long time, and I just dont feel
confident that they did it. Call it a hunch. So I had Isabelle check back into
Hamids history to see if there were any clues there that might open other
possibilities.
Tavernier seems happy to go ahead and press charges, Bruno said.
Yes, and Im not comfortable with that, not with the evidence we have so far,
said
J-J
.
As I said in the meeting, Id also like more evidence, said Isabelle.
That makes three of us, said Bruno, but there doesnt seem to be much other
evidence of any kind, either to incriminate them or to steer us anywhere else.
See if you can get anything more on our mystery man from his own family. He
must have told them something about his childhood and growing up, said
J-J
.
Otherwise, were stuck.
CHAPTER
16
The Mayor was quietly furious. Less than an hour remained before the event began
and two of his most reliable standard bearers had decided they would boycott it.
This was bad enough, but it was the first time in living memory they had turned
him down, which made it even worse. To reject a mayoral request in St Denis was
unheard of, and to decline his invitation when a Minister of the Republic and
two generals were to grace the towns proceedings was close to revolution.
Youll have to carry the flag of France, Bruno, the Mayor said testily. Old
Bachelot and Jean-Pierre refuse to take part in your little ceremony. They made
it quite clear that they dont approve of Muslims, Algerians or immigrants in
general and do not intend to honour them.
Bruno noted the your. If his idea of making the anti-racism march into a
patriotic commemoration of a French war veteran went wrong, it would be his
fault.
What will Montsouris be carrying? Bruno asked. We cant have the red flag
since there is no sign that Hamid had any politics at all, least of all
Communist.
I think hes planning an Algerian flag, said the Mayor, sounding rather tired
of it all. You know we have the Interior Minister coming with a couple of
generals? Ive already had to do two interviews this morning, including a long
one with France-Inter, and theres a woman from Le Monde who wants to see me
this afternoon. The only one staying in town is a chap from Libération, who
probably cant afford to join the rest of them at the Vieux Logis. Funny how
these media types always seem to sniff out the best hotels to stay at. All this
attention, of the worst possible kind. I dont like it all, Bruno. And now you
say the Juge-magistrat seems convinced that young Richard is going to be
formally charged with murder?
Tavernier is his name, very modern, very go-ahead, very determined, said
Bruno. And very well connected.
Yes, I think I knew his father from the Polytechnique. Bruno was not much
surprised. The Mayor seemed to know everybody who mattered in Paris. And his
mother wrote one of those dreadful books about the New Woman when feminism was
all the fashion. Ill be interested to see how the boy turned out. Now youd
better go and make sure that everything is organised for midday. We dont want
chaos in front of all these media types. Quiet and dignified, thats the style.
Outside in the town square, two TV cameras were taking shots of the Mairie and
the bridge, and a knot of what Bruno assumed were reporters had taken over two
outdoor tables at Fauquets café, all interviewing each other. At the bar inside
were some burly men drinking beer, probably Montsouriss friends from the trade
union. Bruno waved away a reporter who thrust a tape recorder towards him as he
climbed into his van, and drove off to the college where the march was to begin,
noting some coaches parked in the lot in front of the bank. Montsouris must have
organised a bigger turnout than expected.
Rollo had half the school lined up in the courtyard already, some of them
leaning on homemade placards that said No to Racism and France Belongs to All
of Us. Rollo wore a small button in his lapel that read Touche Pas ŕ Mon Pote,
Hands Off My Buddy, a slogan that Bruno vaguely recalled from some other
anti-racist movement of twenty years ago. Some of his tennis pupils called out
Bonjour, Bruno and he waved at them as they stood in line, chatting and
looking reasonably well-behaved and soberly dressed for a bunch of teenagers. Or
perhaps they were intimidated by the presence of the entire St Denis rugby
squad, both the first and the A team, about thirty big lads in uniform
tracksuits who were there for Karims sake, and as a guarantee against trouble.
Bruno looked around, but there was no sign of Montsouris, the man who had come
up with this idea of the solidarity march. He would probably be in the bar with
his friends from the union, but Montsouriss dragon of a wife was there in the
schoolyard with Momu, and Ahmed from the Public Works, carrying a large Algerian
flag. Just about all the immigrant families in town had turned out, and to
Brunos surprise, several of the women were wearing head scarves, something he
had not seen before. He supposed it was a symbol of solidarity for the march. He
hoped it was no more than that.
Well leave here at eleven forty, and thatll get us to the Mairie in time for
midday, said Rollo. Its all arranged. Ten or fifteen minutes for a couple of
speeches and then we march to the war memorial with the town band, which gives
us time to give the children lunch before classes start again this afternoon.
There may be more speeches than we expected. The Minister of the Interior is
turning up, and with all these TV cameras hell certainly want to say a few
words, said Bruno. And youll have to carry the tricolore. Bachelot and
Jean-Pierre have decided to boycott the event since they have apparently
developed rather strong feelings about immigrants.
The bastards, snapped Madame Montsouris, who had somewhere found a rather
small flag that Bruno assumed was the national emblem of Algeria. And that
bastard Minister of the Interior. Hes as bad as the Front National. What right
does he have to be here? Who invited him?
I think it was arranged with the Mayor, Bruno told her calmly, but the
programme does not change. We want an orderly commemoration of an old war hero,
along with a show of solidarity with our neighbours against racism and violence.
Quiet and dignified, the Mayor says.
We want a stronger statement than that. Madame Montsouris spoke again, loudly
now so that the other teachers and schoolchildren could hear her. We have to
stop this racist violence now, once and for all, and make it clear that theres
no place for fascist murderers round here.
Save it for the speeches, Bruno said. He turned to Momu. Wheres Karim? He
ought to be here by now.
On his way, said Momu. Hes borrowing a Croix de Guerre from old Colonel
Duclos so he can carry the medal on a cushion at the war memorial. Hell be here