Chapter 89: I'm Black and I'm Proud
[Chapter 90: I'm Black and I'm Proud]
On Venice Boulevard, at the Cactus Auto Repair Center, Hawke sat in a reclining chair, watching a group of Mexican workers busily engaged in their tasks. Edward wandered around, curiously inspecting the products displayed in the window.
The center's owner approached with a cardboard box and said, "This is the dashcam you ordered; it just arrived yesterday afternoon."
Hawke inquired, "How's the clarity of the footage?"
The owner opened the box, connected it to power, filmed a short clip, and transferred it to a computer for Hawke to review.
At that time, one couldn't hold modern standards against technology from years past. When Hawke saw the picture quality was satisfactory, he checked the dashcam and said, "Let's install it in the car."
The owner instructed a worker to install it and added, "It has a loop recording feature, just like a surveillance camera; if you need any files, extract them as soon as you're done recording."
"Got it." Hawke called Edward over, "When you get a chance, bring the van over and install one in that too."
The efficiency of the workers in this place was always commendable; the latest model dashcam he had ordered had taken a month to arrive.