Page 42 of Footprints in the Sand
“That’s rough, man,” Harry said. “But your heart was in a good place.”
Dimitra didn’t believe that was true. Finn’s heart had been in a controlling place, not a caring one. But she sensed Harry was buttering him up to get to the truth.
“Yeah. Exactly. Why doesn’t she get that?” Finn asked, rubbing his thighs. “After we broke up, she opened a different bank account, got a different debit card, and so on. But she still has a debit card for the account we shared. We still need to discuss how to divide up the money, and it’s all really complicated, especially because I’m planning on making all the money back and more.”
Wow, he’s delusional, Dimitra thought. Eva dodged a bullet here.
“But I noticed there were some weird expenses on the account,” Finn said. “On July 5th, someone in Greece bought more than four hundred euros of stuff online. On July 6th, someone in Greece bought a motorbike. I mean, it’s more than four thousand five hundred worth of stuff.”
“Why are you saying ‘someone’?” Harry asked. “Don’t you think it was her? She’s in Greece, after all.”
“She wouldn’t have used that card,” Finn said adamantly. “There’s no way.”
“What are you suggesting?” Dimitra asked.
“I think her card was stolen,” Finn said firmly.
“It’s possible,” Dimitra said. “Did you cancel the card?”
“I did,” Finn confirmed. “I canceled it after the motorbike purchase.”
“You should have asked her first,” Harry said.
“Like I said, I think she blocked me. But I also can’t shake the feeling that someone’s targeted her. These are massive purchases. I’m worried some guy is tailing her, trying to take her for all she’s worth.”
You already took her for all she’s worth, Dimitra did not say.
Dimitra puffed her cheeks and looked at Harry, trying to read his expression. Harry looked neutral and stoic and entirely like a man she could trust.
“I’m just asking you to give her a call and see what’s going on,” Finn stammered.
“All right. I will.” Dimitra put her hands on her hips. Silence filled the little kitchen. “Just to be clear, what you did to Eva was wrong, so very wrong that I don’t know what to make of it or you. I want to make sure Eva is protected and safe, but I also want to make sure she’s protected and safe from you.”
Finn slumped in his chair and crossed his arms. “I know. I know that. Trust me, I’m paying for everything I’ve done.”
“She’s paying for it, too,” Dimitra said.
For a moment, she had a startling thought.Eva’s paying for what Finn did, and I’m paying for what Kostos did. But what did Kostos “do” exactly? He went fishing and disappeared. It wasn’t his fault.
Plenty of things had been Kostos’s fault before his death, but because he’d passed away so violently, so terrifyingly, Dimitra had let thoughts of them drift away. She’d wanted to forgive him, so she had.
Instead, she’d been mourning him ever since.
Eventually, Finn got the hint and went to the door. Harry and Dimitra followed him. Harry wanted to make sure Finn was all right and that he wasn’t going to do anything rash.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Harry asked.
Finn nodded gravely. “I’m going back to Boston this afternoon.”
He took a final moment to blink around the foyer. Dimitra felt the nostalgia behind his eyes, a thousand-plus memories of his lifetime in that very house.
“Take care of yourself, Finn,” Harry said, opening the door for him. “We’ll see you around.”
After Finn left, Dimitra and Harry sat on the porch with glasses of wine. Harry’s admission of having a daughter and a life he eventually had to get back to had now been dwarfed by Finn’s admission of guilt and his fear about what was going on with Eva in Greece.
“He could be a raving, sad lunatic,” Harry said. “Or he could be on to something.”
“I guess we shouldn’t take that chance,” Dimitra said.
