STATUS: closed
LOCATION: outside bridgemead police department
TAGGING: @kendalldecker
pulling the beanie down tighter over her ears, finn looks around before her eyes land back on kenny. she lifts her eyebrows a few times hoping she can see her in the dark. tonight calls for stealth. this isn’t the usual romp in the library with hours and hours of research (and the occasional stolen kiss). no, this was something else. she was a little fatigued from all the research. her new notebook was already filled with scribbles and possible leads. but nothing that jumped out as immediate evidence. so tonight, they broke into the bridgemead police department. apparently the chief didn’t have everything digital and looking through the hardcopy files might yield something they missed or ava didn’t know about.
leaning in close, finley lifts up on her tiptoes to whisper. she can’t even reach, but it’s close enough. she pulls a bobby pin from her pocket and holds it up. “i watched a few youtube videos on how to pick locks. i’m fairly certain i can do it. i practiced a few times on my apartment door, but they building is old and shitty. but same mechanics right? how well can the police department be locked?” she wiggles the pin in front of kenny’s face. “also, do you think i look stealthy enough? not like a full blown criminal, but i could possibly be going through another emo phase or up to no good.”
