Ian: Getting a Bad FeelingMature

The ice cubes clanked against the side of the glass as I swished the liquid from side to side a little. Silas and I had been sitting at the hotel’s bar for several minutes, and in that time, he had been through two drinks while I had barely touched my first one.

“Seems like you had a reason to invite me to have a drink,” Silas remarked and took a nice gulp of his drink.

“I’m just worried about you and Louise,” I replied after several moments of silence.

“Maybe,” he said with his eyebrows raised, “but there’s something else.”

“Don’t you get the feeling that something is about to happen?”

Silas frowned, obviously unsure how to take my question. “What are you talking about?” he asked, then laughed, but the laugh did not seem genuine. Forced, actually.

“Relationship drama the last few days has masked what’s really going on,” I said and pointing at him, I continued, “and it started with you getting that phone call and that man in the suit in the lobby.”

Silas gulped slowly, his expression blank.

“And then what happened with Louise!” I cried. “Are all of you so dense that you don’t see the danger? The others are trying so hard to have a normal vacation that they are missing the obvious clues. But, I think you know something.”

Silas opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. With his eyes still closed, he said, “I have been receiving text messages from an unknown number for several weeks.”

“I’m guessing these aren’t nice ones.”

Silas shook his head, keeping his gaze down.

“Not sure if I believe in coincidence,” I said, “so I will also guess that everything that has happened is related. Do you have any idea who is behind the messages?”

“I … I don’t know,” Silas replied, an expression of worthlessness plastered across his face.

“There you are!” Harry called from across the room. He sat on the other side of me and ordered a drink from the bartender.

“Where’s Flo?” He asked after the bartender gave him his drink. He took a sip and sighed. “That’s good.”

“She went to go see Aimee.”

“I saw her there, but she said she was going to get you.”

“Why were you in Aimee’s room?” I asked though I knew the answer.

“I happened to be in the area,” he said, stuttering over some of the words. Aimee came up behind him, carrying a cup of coffee, and tapped him on the shoulder. He jerked with a startle.

“What was that about?” she asked him.

“Nothing,” he replied. “You just startled me. That’s all.”

“Where’s Flo?” she asked me.

“Probably just in our room.”

“Nope, not there.”

“Perhaps with Louise?” I suggested.

“Nope, not there either.” Aimee waved her hand across face and put the cup of coffee on the bar counter. “They are probably just at the pool or something. I didn’t check there.”

“Well,” Harry said, “let’s go check. I’m ready to do something.”

The End

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