It takes four hours for everyone to clear out of my apartment, including five investigators who swept the place and removed the camera after they checked for prints. My parents offered to take Coley’s out to lunch while Danny went to spend the afternoon combing through a week’s worth of security footage to find evidence of Evan Midland, the paparazzo who threatened me last week, somehow getting into my apartment. The building management, staff and doormen were of no help. The fact is, people slip by all the time, riding up the elevator with other residents. It’s not the most secure building. It’s not like Liv’s building, where you have to have a special key to get to her floor–granted, Dad owns the floor, and he took that safety measure himself.
It was my choice to rent while I’m in college, and while my father was able to make some modifications to the building by adding security cameras in the hallway, there wasn’t much more he could do. My own alarm system should have done the trick. The failure in that is what needs to be investigated.
Not ready to go out in public, Coley and I stay in. Teri and Pryana bring a few of Coley’s things from her dorm, as well as lunch that I’d ordered from Dig Inn. I’m addicted, and I’m making an addict out of my girlfriend, too. It’s all locally-sourced and relatively healthy, so I don’t figure it’s a problem.
“Has anyone at Carman Hall seen the video?” Coley asks her roommate. Teri’s expression says it all. That everyone has seen it. “I can’t go back there.”
“Everyone thinks… y’all released it,” she admits.
“What?” I ask, halting my task of setting the table. “Shit, are you kidding?” Teri shakes her head. “I don’t want anyone thinking that.”
“Trey, you have over 800,000 Twitter followers. Why don’t you say something about it?”
“Because I use that for my blog. I use it to share useful information and to raise awareness about issues in our community.”
“But you have a captive audience,” Pryana says. “Have you checked Twitter today?”
“Hell, no,” I say with a laugh.
“Well. You’re the top trending topic. You even have a hashtag.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Hashtag TreyGoesDown,” she announces anyway. Coley covers her face.
“Well if that isn’t a dickish hashtag… makes you wonder who came up with that? Evan Midland himself?”
In the Wake of Wanting ©2016 Lori L. Otto