DAVID MILLER, FINGERPRINT UNIT, FBI LAB, WASHINGTON
RESULTS OF EXAMINATION
—FINGERPRINTS OF ABDELAZIZ ARKOUN WERE FOUND ON Q22–Q39 OF
U-STOR-IT UNIT #532 CORNERS, ENTRANCE
—FINGERPRINTS OF ABDELAZIZ ARKOUN WERE FOUND ON CONTAINERS
Q61–Q69
—FINGERPRINTS OF TAFFOUNNOUT BELGHAZI WERE FOUND ON Q22–Q39 OF
U-STOR-IT UNIT #532 CORNERS, ENTRANCE
—FINGERPRINTS OF TAFFOUNNOUT BELGHAZI WERE FOUND ON CONTAINERS
Q61–Q69

This was significant. Abdelaziz Arkoun and Taffounnout Belghazi were the only ones whose prints were found on the corners and entrance to the U-Stor-It in Everett. They were the only ones whose prints were found on the containers with the most lethal explosive, EGDN.

It looked as if Kamal Gamal was the technical wizard; they had found four timing devices in his apartment. She went back to the wall with the boxes. Abdelrafik Ghezil lived with Kamal Gamal. That meant Abdelrafik Ghezil could also be the bomb man. Maybe both of them were. She looked for fingerprint results on the timing devices. Had someone forgotten to do that? She made a note on her pad to check with the lab.

Arkoun and Belghazi, they were the only two who had traveled. Wait, there were two Arkouns. She checked the charts again. It was Abdelaziz Arkoun—not Mourad Arkoun—who had lived in Brooklyn for a while. Belghazi in Montreal. And Abdelaziz Arkoun had the key to the storage unit with the explosives. And his prints, and Belghazi’s, were on the containers with the most dangerous explosives.

Who talked about the big questions? The philosophy at university, it told him everything was words. Biology was monkeys and worms. Physics was uncertainty principles and relativity theories. His father told him to work for the government. His mother told him to get married. Work and make kids, so they can work and make kids. Ghazi remembered his favorite time to go swimming in Arzew was around eleven at night. He liked the pitch ocean, the white that came on the surface from stars or moon. He thought that might be enough to make a life from, salt water swallowed, ears bathed in sea, the mystery of ocean he swam. But it wasn’t. Had to have sugar in his bowl. That’s how he thought of the thieving. He always told himself he would eventually give up dessert. When he fell in love, that was when. Time came to marry Djamila, he was clean. But his brother conned him, just like when they were kids. Why did she do it? How could his brother get her to do it? That he never solved; nights and nights in mind, it never came clear.