TWENTY MINUTES LATER, we pulled up about two blocks from the Bank of America location in Santos and Morelli's unmarked car. About a hundred demonstrators were crowded around the entrance to the branch; most were holding crudely painted signs: A FREE MONEY SUPPLY IS THE SIGN OF A FREE PEOPLE, one read. Another, GIVE THE WTO AIDS.
An organizer in a T-shirt and torn jeans was standing1 on the roof of a black SUV, shouting into a microphone, "Bank of America enslaves girls before puberty into oppression. Bank of America sucks the people's blood!"
"What the hell are these people protesting," Jacobi asked,
"mortgages?"
"Who knows," replied Santos. "Child labor2 in Guatemala, the WTO, big business, the fucking ozone3 layer. Half of them are probably losers they pick off the welfare line and buy with a pack of smokes. It's the leaders I'm interested in."
He took out a camera and started snapping shots of people in the crowd. A ring of about ten police stood between the bank and the protesters, riot clubs dangling4 at their sides.
Things Cindy had said began to resonate. How in the comfort of your own life, you could just turn the page when you read about the uninsured or the poor, or underdeveloped countries drowning in debt. But how some people couldn't turn the page. A million miles away, right? Didn't seem like that now.
Suddenly a new speaker climbed on top of the SUV. My eyes bulged5. It was Lemouz. Imagine that.
The professor took the microphone and began shouting. "What comprises the World Bank? It is a group of sixteen member institutions from all parts of the world. One of them is the Bank of America. Who loaned the money to Morton Lightower? Who were the underwriters who handled his company's IPO? The good old B of A, my friends!"
Suddenly the mood of the crowd changed. "These bas-tards should be blown up!" a woman shouted. A student tried to start a chant: "B of A. B of A. How many girls have you killed today?"
I saw pockets of violence begin to break out. A kid hurled6 a bottle at the window of the bank. At first I thought it was a Molotov, but there was no explosion.
"See what we have to deal with over here," Santos said. "Problem is, they're not all wrong."
"Fuck they're not," contributed Jacobi.
Two police officers invaded the ranks and tried to corral the bottle thrower, but the crowd banded together, impeding7 their way. I saw the kid take off down the street. Then there was screaming, people on the ground. I couldn't even tell where it all had started.
"Oh fuck." Santos put down his camera. "This could be getting out of hand."
One of the cops swung his stick and a long-haired kid sank to his knees. More people began to throw things. Bottles, rocks. Two of the agitators8 started wrestling with the police, who dragged them down, pinning them with their sticks.
Lemouz was still barking into the microphone. "See what the state must resort to - cracking heads of mothers and children."
I had taken about as much as I could sit back and watch. "These guys need help," I said, and went to open the door.
Martelli held me back. "We go in, we get made."
"I'm already made," I said, unstrapping the gun from my leg. Then I ran across the street with Martelli a few strides behind.
Cops were being shoved and pelted9 with debris10. "Pigs! Nazis11!"
I pushed my way into the throng12. A woman held a cloth to her bleeding head. Another carried a baby, crying, out of harm's way. Thank God somebody had a little common sense.
Professor Lemouz's gaze fixed13 on me. "Look how the police treat the innocent voice of protest! They come with drawn14 guns!
"Ah, Madam Lieutenant15," he said, grinning down from his makeshift podium, "still trying to get yourself educated, I see. Tell me, what did you learn today?"
"You planned this," I said, wanting to run him in for disorderly conduct. "It was a peaceful demonstration16. You stirred them up."
"A shame, isn't it? Peaceful demonstrations17 never seem to make the news. But look..." He pointed18 toward a news van pulling up down the street. A reporter jumped out, and a cameraman was filming as he ran.
"I'm watching you, Lemouz."
"You flatter me, Lieutenant. I'm just a humble19 professor of an arcane20 subject not in vogue21 these days. Really, we should have a drink together. I'd like that. But if you'll excuse me, there's a case of police brutality22 waiting for me now."
He bowed, produced a supercilious23 grin that made my skin crawl, then started to wave his arms over his head, stir-ring up the crowd, chanting, "B of A. B of A. How many girls have you enslaved today?"
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