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"I mean, does that even make sense though?" She talked around a mouthful of popcorn.
"Oh my God, Jamila, stop. I know you. I see that look on your face. You want to dissect every possibility of why he left. Don't do it. Do not, because you will make yourself crazy."
Jamila was notorious. She could find anything on anyone. It was actually terrifying. A new boyfriend that seemed shady, Jamila would be all over social media, and she would find him and find all the dirt needed to drop the motherfucker.
"Please, please, please. I'm just going to do a quick search."
I shook my head. "Oh my God, please don’t, Jamila."
"I mean, look, it's just a tiny little peek. Besides, don't you want to know what he's been up to all this time?"
Before I could even answer her, she had her laptop in her lap, handed me the popcorn bowl, and was scooting even closer so we could share the blanket. The Bachelor was long forgotten.
She pulled open Instagram, doing all the usual searches on his name. And while he did have social media, it was mostly bare. Lots of beautiful landscapes with photos of him jumping off some kind of ledge, looking every bit a carefree playboy twat. The thing is, there weren't many. Less than twenty. But the last one being of some cafe in London. The caption just read, "Time to go home." It gave us zero information. "This has nothing. Less than nothing. This isn't even personal. Do you think he has a Finsta?"
I rolled my eyes. "Jamila, I told you, this was a waste of time. He works for my dad, and yes, he's really good with computers. If he doesn't want you to find information, you won't."
She lifted a brow. "Challenge accepted."
I laughed and shook my head. She clicked through some of his pictures, clicking on some of the locations, and starting some basic reverse engineering, saying she could find what the locations were and see other people who might have gone there, to see if she could connect him to anyone. "Look, it's just a basic—"
I stopped her. In one of the photos of a bar was a face I recognized. A face I hadn't seen in a long time. And my stomach cramped. Finn Wesley.
I hadn't thought of Finn in years. He'd been at the care home with us. And he and Lenora had been thick as thieves. She’d had a massive crush on him. Why hadn't I ever thought of trying to find some of the other kids to see if they knew where Lenora had gone?
My heart started to beat wildly in my chest as my stomach fluttered. Finn Wesley. Holy shit. I wasn't at a dead end. I had places to go. I just hadn't ever thought of them.
Next to me, Jamila studied me carefully. "Are you okay? You're staring off into space, love."
"Sorry. Sorry, Jamila. I, um, I just thought I saw someone I knew."
She hyper-focused on the photo. "Is it him? Is he in here? I don't see him."
"No, not him. Someone else."
"Someone cute?"
I shook my head. "No. I was wrong. It isn't someone I know."
Why don't you just tell her?
I could spill all about my sister and everything we'd gone through, but no one knew. The only person I'd ever told was Westin. And I just really didn't want to get into it with Jamila. But the moment she went home to Adam, I was going to look up Finn Wesley. Maybe if I could track him down, he might have something to tell me about Lenora.
How are you going to track him down? Jamila is the only one you know who is this good at cyberstalking.
That wasn't true. At least I had a lead now. And that was more than I'd had yesterday.
Okay, we have a lead on Lenora, but that begs the question, what are you going to do about your current problem?
I had no idea. But I wasn't going to focus on that. If I could keep the focus on Lenora, I just might survive my bodyguard.
Westin
A few nights after finding Julian’s accounts, I still had no idea what to do with the information. I’d have to dig more before I felt comfortable going to Gabe.
Or you want to give him something so good, he won’t lose his shit over the protocol breach.
My brain had still been working it all through when I’d finally fallen asleep only to be woken not an hour later by a text.
