of,â Jo explained. âSo far as the rest goes, get used to it. Not to mention that MarÃa could have slept with other men during the same period.â
âShe got pregnant at the end of November, according to the analysis. You were together that week, and your portraits are hanging in the middle of her loft. Sorry to have to tell you this, but everything suggests that the baby is yours.â
The bags under the singerâs eyes got a little heavier under his makeup.
âI imagine she never told you about it to avoid having to get a clandestine abortion in the event that you insisted on it,â Rubén added.
Abortion was still not legal in Argentina. Jo Prat emerged from his thoughts.
âDo you think the fact that sheâs pregnant has something to do with her disappearance?â
âI donât know.â
A siren howled in the street. The news left the ex-star in the middle of a minefield. For a moment, he remained perplexed in front of his cold tea. Images were rushing through his head: MarÃaâs smile when theyâd had sex in the hotel room in Rosario, the champagne sheâd hardly touched, his not using a condomâas usual with women he already knewâher sweet, peaceful look on the pillow when they fell asleep in each othersâ arms after making love . . . Did MarÃa already know, by some feminine magic, that she was carrying his child? Was she planning to tell him someday?
The silence that followed the revelation brought him back to the voice of Nick Cave coming out of the speakers. Jo ran his hand over his slicked-back hair.
âDo you know anything else, Calderón?â
âThat MarÃa Campalloâs father is financing Torresâs campaign, that she left a message with an opposition journalist, and that nothing has been heard from her since. For the moment, thatâs about it.â
The vampire paled in the gloom of the twilight that was filtering through the venetian blinds. Even if MarÃa had concealed the existence of this child from him, even if she was only looking for someone to father her child, sheâd chosen him. He couldnât leave her like that, lost out there somewhere.
âWho are you working for?â he asked the detective.
âNobody.â
âYou think MarÃa has disappeared?â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to find out.â
Jo Prat hesitated a moment. Then without a word he got up, stepped over the white cat lying on the floor, and went to the desk near the front door. He dug around in a drawer and came back to Rubén, who was still the prisoner of the Japanese bench.
âHereâs thirty thousand pesos,â he said, his eyes dark. âAs an advance.â (An envelope dropped on the tea table.) âFind her,â the rocker said. âHer and my damned kid.â
5
A short note in the dayâs newspapers referred to an unidentified body found the day before near the old ferry in La Boca: a man about thirty years old. Nothing more. The barbarous mutilation, the possibility of a sex crime, the victimâs gender, and all the sordid details of the affair were not mentioned.
Jana had risen early to buy the newspapers and after reading them she called the La Boca police station to obtain explanations: according to the cop she talked to on the phone, the investigation was proceeding. It was impossible to determine the victimâs full identity, to find out whether his family had been informed, whether the police had questioned any suspects or found Luzâs purse in the area. Jana had persisted, but the cop on the phone got exasperated: if she had revelations to make, she could request an appointment with Sergeant Andretti; if not, there was no point in calling back.
A violent wind was blowing on the metal structures in the shed in Retiro. It was ten in the morning, and Jana was pensively finishing her breakfast when Paula slid
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