Blanch followed us, and when we got to the door, Marcie and Nicole were already on the porch. Javier put me down, and Marcie took my other shoulder while Nicole opened the door. I hopped to the couch. It was just past midnight, and I hoped we’d all be excused from school the next day.
I told everyone what happened, and Blanch took notes. He was taking this police thing pretty serious, I figured. He passed around the note and said, “Have any of you seen a flyer like this before tonight?”
Marcie laughed and said, “Blanch, a black lesbian and her girlfriend and a Mexican guy who’s dating the girl on the flyer. Really?”
Color flooded Blanch’s face again, but he laughed. “Right. So that’s a no.”
“You said this was at your dad’s? He’s still mixed up with these guys?”
“Not exactly. But they
