There were some students in costume, a party going on in the grassy area in front of the domed Low Memorial Library. He asked a girl dressed like a vampire where the Law School was located. She asked a companion dressed like a flying monkey from The Wizard of Oz, who hitched his thumb to the right. “Walk between Philosophy and Kent and across the sculpture area. It’s on the east campus, over Amsterdam Avenue. Jerome Greene Hall. You can’t miss it. It looks like a friggin’ toaster.” Grant did as he was told, passing some incredibly ugly sculptures. He entered the building. An atrium cut through the building from top to bottom, letting in a lot of light. He asked a few passing students where he might find Harmon, with no success, walked down to the second floor, which looked like an airport lounge with a café, quickly dismounted the ceremonial staircase to the first floor, consulted a roster behind glass on the wall and found Harmon’s office number. He got lost in a maze of classrooms and lecture halls but finally found it, tucked away next to a stairwell.
