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Reluctantly, Finn stepped back, the warmth of their embrace replaced by the cold reality of their recent problems. He looked into her eyes, searching for answers, for understanding, but found only the reflection of his own confusion and hurt.
Finn's gaze hardened as he confronted Demi. "Do you have any proof yet?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of hope and skepticism.
Demi looked away, shaking her head, her eyes fixed on the ground. "I... I don't, Finn. I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration and defeat.
Finn sighed, feeling the weight of unresolved tension between them. "Demi, you know I can't just take your word for it. Not after everything that's happened."
Demi met his gaze, her eyes filled with a pleading desperation. "I know, Finn, but I swear, I left you because I was scared. Those messages... they said they'd hurt us both if we stayed together."
Finn crossed his arms, his expression forged from doubt. "And yet, conveniently, all these threatening messages are gone? Just deleted?"
Demi nodded, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. "Yes, and I don't know how. They were there, and then... they just weren't. I don't understand how I could have deleted them."
"That's a little too convenient, don't you think?" Finn retorted, his frustration evident. "And you're telling me there's no trace of them? Nothing?"
Demi's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "I thought maybe someone at the FBI... they could have done it remotely, right?"
Finn rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on. "Maybe. But why? Why would someone at the Bureau care enough to sabotage our relationship?" Finn had an uncomfortable answer building at the back of his mind. He was involved in a serious court case with some of the higher-ups at the FBI wanting him kicked off the Bureau, all because he disobeyed a direct order, resulting in the safe return of a hostage but a building being badly damaged in the process. The court case was still pending, but it was coming, and soon.
If someone within the Bureau had a vendetta against him, then putting pressure on his personal life might be enough to make him give up the fight to keep his job at the FBI. But another possibly floated momentarily through his mind: What if it was someone connected to a criminal he had put away, instead?
There were too many possibilities, and Finn knew he had to keep his mind from getting bogged down in them.
Demi bit her lip, looking genuinely distressed. "I think someone was in my hotel room, Finn. Things were moved out of place. It felt like I was being watched."
Finn shook his head, not knowing what to believe. " Here in London? I don't understand any of this, Demi. Who would want to do this? Why would they go to such lengths? If someone did that, it's because they followed you here."
Demi's shoulders slumped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know, Finn. But I'm scared. I'm scared for both of us."
Finn looked at her, torn between his lingering affection for her and the confusion that clouded his judgment. He wanted to believe her, to find some semblance of truth in her words, but the lack of evidence made it nearly impossible.
The conversation hung heavily in the air, casting a long shadow over what was once a bond of trust and love.
Finn gazed at Demi, a trace of concern creeping into his voice. "How long can you stay in London, Demi? Your funds must be running low."
Demi hesitated, then sighed. "You're right. I'm almost out of money. I don't know what I'm going to do."
Finn rubbed his chin, a solution forming in his mind. "We still have our joint savings account, remember?"
"I've already used a lot of my half," Demi said.
"We never got around to sorting that out. Why don't you use what you need from there? Just until we figure all this out." Finn was doing his best.
Demi's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flashing across her face. "Really, Finn? Are you sure?"
He nodded firmly. "Yes, I'm sure. It won't be for long, we'll get to the bottom of this. I'll put in some calls with with my boss at the FBI."
Demi offered a small, thankful smile. "Thank you, Finn. That means a lot to me."
Finn glanced away for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. He looked around seeing a few people walking through the park. A couple sitting on a park bench. He wondered if any of them were following them.
"It's a plan, then. I'll talk to my boss at the Mesmer Building," he repeated. "He might have some ideas or connections that could help us get to the bottom of this."
Demi's expression brightened with a glimmer of hope. "That would be great. Maybe he knows someone who can help us trace those messages or find out who's been in my hotel room?"
Finn nodded, his resolve strengthening. "I'll see what I can do. We need answers, and we need them fast. Whoever is behind this has gone too far."
The conversation hung in the air, uncertainty and determination mingling in the cool November breeze. Finn's commitment to finding the truth was clear, and despite the complexities of their situation, a faint hope flickered between them—a hope that perhaps they could unravel this mystery together.
