Page 19 of Drunk In Love
“Harry something. I don’t know because I never knew his last name. Some people were saying he’s like from some rich family. If that were true, what would he be doing here?”
Kamaya’s and my gaze meet.
“Is there anything else you can think of?” I ask.
Daniella and Sam are quiet for a beat, but then shake their heads. “No, nothing else,” Daniella answers for both of them.
I turn to Kam. “Maybe we should head over to the school’s IT services next.”
“Okay,” she says to me. “Text me so I can save your number, Sam, and thank you both.”
“No problem,” Sam says, picking his phone up again.
“Sorry we couldn’t be more helpful, Sissy,” Daniella says.
“It’s fine, Dani. Really, you and Sam have been a help. We at least have a name to go off of.”
“If you can think of anything else or learn anything you think can be helpful, don’t hesitate to let Kamaya know,” I add.
Before Kam and I have a moment to step away, a small crowd of students gather at the windows of the student union.
“What’s going on out there?” I ask. It’s hard to see past the growing crowd around the windows.
“More protests, I’m sure,” Daniella answers. “This is the second time this week I’ve seen that guy out there.” She indicates with her chin toward a young male yelling into a bullhorn.
Sam stands up from his seat to get a better look. “Wait, that’s Harry out there.”
Kamaya turns back around to face Sam. “The same Harry you just mentioned?”
“Yeah, that’s totally him. He looks a little different now with the shaved head, but he’s the one who offered me all the log in stuff.”
“Let’s go see if we can catch him,” Kamaya says to me.
I groan, not sure if it’s a good idea to get in the middle of a protest. Peacefully protesting crowds could quickly become dangerous, and you never knew who brought weapons to these things, or if police would try to break them up.
“Fine, but we can’t stay long,” I say, resigned because I know Kamaya is going to do whatever she wants anyway. “We need to be quick.”
“Yes, quick,” she says and starts moving towards where the crowds are. I follow. “Bye, Dani, Sam!” she calls over her shoulder as we reach the doors.
Back outside, I squint at the bright summer sun now high in the sky. There’s an even larger crowd of protesters than expected marching down towards the Student Union. For the summer semester, I wasn’t expecting to see as many people on campus. This Harry brought out quite a crowd.
The young man with the shaved head that Sam pointed out is outside the marching line and yelling into the bullhorn. “End elitism in higher ed!”
The crowd next to him chants back, “End elitism in higher ed!”
“Okay, he’s taking a break,” Kamaya says, indicating with her head over to Harry, who’s now taking a sip of water and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Just follow my lead.”
I let Kamaya approach the young man first, trusting her instincts but staying close in case of trouble.
“Hi, I’m Kamaya Blake and this is my partner, Maxwell. We’re with Tri-State Security. Can we ask you a few questions about Financial Journal?”
The younger man’s eyes widen, and he begins to take a step back. “I’m not talking to any cops,” he says.
“We’re not cops, and you’re definitely not under arrest. We just have some questions that we’re hoping you could answer.”
Harry looks between the two of us, still uncertain if we’re trustworthy. “If you want to talk, then hold up a sign and face towards those news vans,” he states and hands us both a poster with elitism crossed out.
Kamaya takes two of the signs in the school colors—blue and red—and hands me one.