MarÃa went through her grunge, or gothic, period when she was a teenager, but thatâs no reason to throw yourself off a bridge. And then thatâs the time when you resist your parents: hers may be rotten with money, but in photography MarÃa found her way and the means to be independent, with regard to her parents and the rest of the world.â
âA loner?â
âRather someone who knows how to compartmentalize her life: private on the one hand, professional on the other. Thatâs what we have in common.â
At the cost of a stubborn battle against gravity, Ledzep had found his balance between Rubénâs thighs.
âIs MarÃa involved in politics?â Rubén asked.
âYou mean on the left?â
âYes.â
âDo you know any right-wing artists?â Jo Prat laughed.
âNobodyâs perfect,â Rubén admitted, pushing aside the angora tail that prevented him from seeing his interlocutor. âAnd you havenât answered my question.â
âNo, not especially involved. Just in what she does. Thatâs already enough,â Jo remarked, calling upon Rubén to witness what heâd said. âLook, Calderón, why donât you ask her parents directly? If anybody can help you, they can, canât they?â
According to Carlos, who had ended up contacting their servant, MarÃaâs parents were returning that day from Mar del Plata. Rubén crushed out his cigarette in the bowl of sashimi without disturbing the cat.
âYou live in the same neighborhood as MarÃa and you havenât seen each other for weeks,â he noted.
âIâve been on tour since the beginning of the summer,â the singer replied. âIâm at home between two series of shows. In any case, we almost never see each other outside work. Why are you asking me all these questions?â
Ledzep played dead; Rubén had to helicopter him to the floor in order to reach his jacket pocket. He turned on his BlackBerry and showed Jo the pictures heâd found in MarÃaâs loft.
âThese photos were taken in late November,â he said, âduring your concert in Rosario. What do you think about them?â
âTheyâre pretty flattering, donât you think?â
Annoyed, Ledzep shot the stranger a haughty glance.
âMarÃa Victoria hasnât contacted you since she developed the shots?â Ruben asked.
âIâd have told you.â
âUnless youâve got something to hide.â
âMy fat belly gives me enough to worry about,â Jo replied.
âI found marijuana and cocaine in her night table. Was she taking drugs?â
âIf fucking on Ecstasy is a problem for you, youâre the problem. MarÃa is not a junkie,â Jo assured him. âBy now I can tell one a thousand miles off.â
Sure.
From the other side of the table, Rubén looked at him hard with his coal-black eyes.
âCan you tell me why youâre looking at me that way?â
âBecause MarÃa Victoria is pregnant,â the detective told him point blank.
Jo Prat paused. âPregnant?â
âThree months gone, according to analysis,â Rubén confirmed. âI donât know much about kids, but in my opinion MarÃa plans on keeping it.â
The seducer frowned, covering his forehead with deep wrinkles.
âDo you sleep together often?â Rubén asked, taking for granted that they did.
âAlmost every time we meet,â Jo Prat replied without blinking.
âThe last time in Rosario, at the end of November?â
âPossibly. If youâre including me among the potential fathers, keep in mind that in thirty years of touring I must have fathered at least a dozen rug rats.â
Rubén lit a cigarette, less courteously.
âPaternity moves you to the point of tears, doesnât it?â
âIâve never wanted children I couldnât take care
editor Elizabeth Benedict