much under it. The Mercedes starts up and Cecilia drives too fast down the narrow street. Itâs surprising, Julia thinks, that she deigns to be seen in this neighbourhood at all.
Julia inhales for five seconds, and counts to seven as she releases the warm air. Itâs a relaxation technique that Paula showed her. She opens the telephone directory and dials thenumber for Uruguayan Fisheries, and asks to speak urgently with Francisco Molteni.
He answers the phone without delay.
â Hola, Francisco. Cecilia has told me about the chase. Whatâs going on? Are they okay?â
âCecilia should mind her own business. Lo siento, Julia,â Francisco apologises. âI was going to call you today. Theyâre safe. Carlos is okay. But heâs taking a big risk going so far south. Weâve ordered them back to Montevideo so we can sort out the matter here. Our government is dealing at a diplomatic level with the Australians to try to convince them to get off Carlosâs tail. But at this stage theyâre continuing the chase.â
âCan I speak with him?â
âWeâve advised Carlos not to make satellite calls, except to us. Itâs possible the communications will be intercepted, and any conversations he has could be used against the Pescador in court. Weâve officially arrested the boat on the basis of the accusations against it, and the fact that it wasnât identifying itself to the Australians.â
âDo the Australians have a case?â
âWe donât know. The vessel-monitoring system was off when the supposed illegal fishing took place. We have no record of the Pescador even being in Australian waters.â Franciscoâs voice softens. âAs I said, I was going to tell you about all this today, now that weâve made contact with the Pescador .â
Julia thinks of the opportunities Francisco had to tell her about the chase when he collected SofÃa just a few days ago. She had invited him in for a drink and he had accepted, relaxing into Carlosâs empty chair as if grateful for the chance to chat.
âIf you keep me in the dark again, Iâll never forgive you, Francisco.â
âI know. Try not to get ahead of yourself. Señor Migiliaroâs ship is strongââ
â Señor Migiliaro can go to hell. You and I both know heâs only concerned about getting his hands on the fish. And the Pescador is just an old boat dressed up. If she goes down, Migiliaro wonât lose a nightâs sleep. We both know he has plenty more rotten vessels in his fleet. A few months fishing on another boat, and heâll have paid for his loss.â
âYouâre angry, but remember Carlos agreed to whatever arrangement was made with Señor Migiliaro. Your husband is no fool. He knew what he was getting into.â
âDonât think Iâm not angry with Carlos too.â Juliaâs voice is quiet, almost a whisper. âIâll call the first mateâs wife. To let her know. Adiós, Francisco.â
â Hasta luego .â
Julia ends the phone call, and consciously deepens her shallow inhalations to calm herself. She dials Virginiaâs number and imagines her answering the call from her small wooden house at La Paloma. Julia pictures the beach wherethey all met during school holidays, every detail still clear in her mind. She sees the fishing boats and Eduardoâs fatherâs fishing shed nestled in its soft bed of white sand. She knows her news will shatter the calm, striking Virginia like a tsunami crashing in from the sea.
â Hola, Virginia. Itâs Julia.â Julia can hear Virginiaâs daughters laughing in the background. âIâve just had news of the boat. Theyâve been spotted fishing illegally in Australian waters. Theyâre being chased.â
âOh my God.â There is panic in Eduardoâs wifeâs voice.
âItâs not great news, I know.