“ ’Cause he’s an asshole!”
“When did he begin seriously harassing you?”
“Like a month ago. When he found out.”
“About what?”
“The party! The one where it happened. He comes up to me Friday, says ‘I want to go,’ I’m like ‘Fuck off, loser.’ ”
“You and Shirin both told him that.”
Silence.
Milo said, “Just you.”
Leventhal nodded. “She likes me to be in charge.”
“But now she’s being targeted along with you.”
“Zactly. You gotta do something. It’s your job.”
“Have you talked to campus security?”
“Useless fucks,” said Leventhal. “They’re gonna bring his parents in, my parents will have to come in and hers, there’ll be shitloads of useless bullshit.Youneed to check it out. Not just for me, for you.”
“For me, how?”
“Your case. Helivesthere.”
“Where?”
Leventhal’s eye roll said he was dealing with a garden slug. “There.Where it happened—like a block or two, whatever.”
“Crispin lives near the party house.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you! I tell him fuck off but he shows up anyway dressed like a geek—suit, tie, shiny-shine shoes. Tries to go in, the footballers block him. He starts crying. Monday,thisstarts.” Pointing at the paper. “Okay? Now you need to handle it. He’s a fucking loon, eats his own boogers, tortures animals.”
“Really,” said Milo. “You’ve seen that?”
Shrug. “People talk. He’snuts!Okay?I’m doing what you said. Calling you with clues. I’m giving youawesomeclues!”
“Thanks for the information, Todd. Anything else?”
Leventhal folded his arms across his chest. “Like what?”
“Anything you think would help.”
“What wouldhelpis you do what Itellyou.”
Flinging open the door, the boy stomped to his car, revved the engine, roared off.
“Well,” said Milo, “looks like we’ve been given our marching orders.”
He examined the posts, handed them to me. “Diagnosis?”
I said, “Twitter allows you two hundred eighty characters. All of these are a fraction of that.”
“Meaning?”
