Last week, we learned additional information about some of
the people who populate The Zozobra
Incident. In addition to BJ, our protagonist, we took a look at Hazel
Harris, his secretary, office manager, and surrogate mom. We also looked at Del
Dahlman, BJ’s first love and first bitter disappointment, who was now a
successful Albuquerque attorney. And finally, we gained some insight into
Emilio Prada, the handsome gigolo responsible for breaking up BJ and Del. This
week, let’s look at some of the other characters.
Detective
Eugene (Gene) Enriquez was just shy of his 41st birthday when we
first met him in The Zozobra Incident. A
local (he was born in Bernalillo, a town 15 miles north of Albuquerque) he was
stocky, five-seven, and weighed 155 pounds. A Hispanic, he had vaguely
Polynesian features a lot of women find attractive. After his army service, he went
through the Albuquerque Police Academy and was sworn in as an officer. He
walked a downtown beat, and even rode horse patrol for a short period, but his
interest was in becoming a detective. Some years after he achieved his goal, he
found himself assigned to a new partner…a gay partner. B. J. Vinson. It
bothered him at first that BJ, who could have passed as a hetero, didn’t bother
to deny his homosexuality when asked about it. Before long, he came to admire
his new partner’s honesty. The guy was gay, and that was that. Once Gene
learned he could trust his partner’s judgment and instincts, they got along
professionally and socially. Gene took some flack from other cops about riding
with a queer, but he was married to Glenda, an attractive woman with whom he
had five kids, and he figured that provided all the cover he needed. He took it
hard when BJ nearly died while they were apprehending an accused murderer, but
he kept in touch when his partner took medical retirement and opened a
confidential investigations office. He was one of the few people who knew BJ
inherited a fortune upon his parent’s death.
Paul
Barton looked Hispanic to Anglos, and Anglo to Hispanics. When BJ first met
him, the family name “Barton” took him by surprise. He expected it to be Spanish.
But it was Paul’s mother who carried the Latin blood. Paul was born on June 13,
1985 in Albuquerque’s South Valley. That made him twenty-one at the time of The Zozobra Incident. BJ first spied him
with a cowgirl on the dance floor at the C&W Palace, the city’s biggest
boot-stomping joint, and was drawn by his good looks and lean frame. BJ later
realizes the kid was the new lifeguard at the North Valley Country Club where
he swam as therapy for the bullet wound in his thigh. Once he made the
connection, the mutual attraction soon became evident. This was the first time BJ has
been tempted since Del’s betrayal. But Paul was not only a lifeguard, he was also
a full time student at UNM pursuing a degree in Journalism. He worked in the
school’s cafeteria so he can live on campus his senior year. Paul was 5’11” and
weighed 155 pounds. He had brown eyes, brown hair, a swimmer’s build, and has a
small dragon tattoo above left nipple. Fiercely independent, he drove old
Plymouth Coupe even though BJ offered to buy him a more recent model. He was an expert swimmer, played soccer and golf, and loved to
dance. His father, Paul Barton, Sr., was a carpenter who died of TB when Paul
was ten-years-old. His mother, Luisa Maria Arrullar de Barton worked two jobs
thereafter to raise her son. He was exposed to gang activity in the South Valley,
but resisted temptation to join. Once Paul and BJ get together, Paul was
absolutely devoted, even though there were some stormy times ahead.
And then there’s the fun character, the surprise, the
widow. Mrs. Gertrude Wardlaw has lived across the street from BJ for as long as
he can remember. He considered her as this frail diminutive old woman who wore
her white hair like a helmet and spoke in a thin, tremulous voice. But when the
chips were down, he learned she and her late husband Herb (whose ashes rested
on her fireplace mantle) were both retired from the DEA, and she still had the
spirit…as well as the will of a fighter.
Next Week: We’ll
have to wait and see.
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