I was, no better words for it, exhausted Thursday morning.

Before, my mother had given me the worst talking to in my life. Even when I explained that I had done nothing but watched, it did nothing to stop or slow the rant. Her anger was justified however. I wasn't supposed be there. I was supposed to be in class.

That and apparently Harry was a well known killer.

All I could think about as I laid in my bed was the curled up, tormented boy in those cells. Even through the camera, I could feel the inmates stares as if I were him, laying in that cell.

I had to find out who the Wight's, whoever they are, were and how they tied in with what happened the past Saturday. Unfortunately, I didn't know anyone who had knowledge about gangs, etc.

I rolled over. I had to try.

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Mom said I didn't have to go to school today. It was ironic because before she was shouting at me for ditching it. Though, in retrospect, what kind of person goes back to their work or school after visiting a police station?

I sat with the TV whirling in the background, phone in hand. I needed to find someone who'd give me more information. Definitely not Bran. Don't ask me why I immediately ruled him out but I did. Maybe Cass. She was very surprising in a lot of ways.

I opened my browser and typed in Weight. Not much appeared, just a few Facebook and Instagram accounts. Okay, first dead end.

I thought maybe broadening my search would be the answer so I backspace and typed in Local gangs. A bunch of articles and YouTube links popped up. Okay, where to begin, I wondered.

I knew from my visit to the police station that the most troubled area of our city was the south. I clicked on the one. The headline read Domestic Worker allegedly murdered by Gang. The details were all still unconfirmed but allegedly, a drug deal gone wrong resulted in the death of this woman going to work. No mentions of if it being a gang but it most probably.

Three articles later, two car crashes and one raid later, I was no where nearer to any answers. All I knew was that I was right. Everyone knew our city was dangerous and this proved it. Your city is dangerous in its way, I'm sure.

I wasn't about to watch any videos. Most probably they were handheld footage of crimes and I did not want to see images that would give me when I close my eyes.

I searched for Local gangs in the South. A few more articles, some the same as before, popped up. I was starting to believe I would have to actually involve some people.

I raked my hands through my hair, my hands stopping midway because of knots.

You could just ask Harry himself, I wondered. You could call Naomi and ask.

I stood up and looked at the TV. Being on the first name basis with your police chief is not a goal I wanted to accomplish in my life but it is what is. I guess calling her is an option that I have but my hesitation was after all not unfounded. I could walk over to Mrs. Malakai's house but the tension would be unbearable. I could only imagine how I'd feel if my son just got out of prison. Uh, holding cell.

My hand reached for my cellphone. My hands glided down my contact list and pressed the green telephone.

A few seconds later, the person picks up. "I might need your help."