Page 34 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
“This is shady as fuck right now.”
I step forward. “I’ve got a family emergency. And I really need Oscar to help me out.”
Blanca looks me up and down. Then: “Fine.” And: “As long as you don’t blow my boyfriend.”
Frankly, I’m shocked that Blanca said that.
“What’s your problem, girl?” Oscar says.
“I don’t got a problem. I’m just saying, know who your friends are. That’s all. Drive, Victor.”
Victor looks at Oscar. “Seriously though?”
Oscar nods.
Victor sighs and starts the engine. “All of you are crazy.”
“I know,” says Blanca.
“I meant you too, Blanca,” says Victor.
“Shut up, Victor!”
The car backs out of the driveway and speeds off.
Oscar and I watch them disappear.
He says, “Ignore Blanca. She’s always thinking people are fags.”
Oscar is the type of person that other people easily dismiss because he can come across as “unenlightened” by the way he talks and the way he acts. But I don’t understand how people can just immediately reject other people like that. Everybody is at a different place in their development as a human being. And if you knee-jerk dismiss people, you’ll never have the opportunity to suggest a different path, like I’m going to try to do now.
I say, sincerely, to Oscar, “Hey, can you not use that word?”
“‘Fag’? Oh, right. Sorry, bro.”
“It’s just that, uh, my cousin Patricia is gay, and that’s, like, kind of offensive.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I just get used to saying a thing. Like, I used to say the N-word all the time, but Darren Goodman punched me in the jaw to get me to stop. Now, even if I’m singing along with a song and that word comes up, I just move my lips to it but don’t say it out loud. Some songs use it so much it looks like I’m a deaf-mute.” Oscar laughs. “Anyway, maybe you can introduce your cousin to my sister. She always complaining how she doesn’t get enough pussy.”
“Patricia is married.”
“No shit? That’s weird, to be honest, but all right. Lesbians are cool. I’m trying to convince Blanca that we should have a threesome with another girl.”
“She down with that?”
“Nah. She said I have to agree to have a threesome with another guy first, and then she’ll do it. But I don’t play that shit. She makes it sound all normal, but that’s gay as fuck.”
As interesting as this conversation is to me, I really need to shift focus back to the matter at hand.
I say, “Hey, we gotta go find Nash. Now.”
“Okay. So what’s up?”
I open my mouth to try to explain the whole situation, but I don’t even know where to begin. The murder? Their argument? My hidden camera?
“Um . . . I swear I’ll explain the whole thing later, but just let me start by saying that there’s a hidden camera in my brother’s room.”
“What?”
