We searched the hotel, but we couldn't find either of the girls. Silas and Ian got nervous, and were talking about calling the police.
"What if they went in to the town?" I suggested hopefully.
"Come on Aimee, don't be stupid. Something is going on." Silas said.
"Don't call her stupid Silas." Harry said a little angrily. I smiled at him, pleased that despite the fact he wasn't happy about Flo knowing, he was still on my side.
Silas was taken aback, but then he saw Louise coming downstairs and rushed across to her.
"Where have you been?" He asked, pulling her in to a frantic hug. She struggled away from him.
"Just upstairs, why?"
"We can't find Flo anywhere, and we could find you as well."
"You know what, you worry too much. Why don't you just call her?"
"Tried." Ian said. "Several times."
"Well then we'll just keep looking." She said, and then took my hand. "Come on Aimee, we'll take the top three floors, the rest of you do the bottom."
We ran upstairs, and having made the three floors without having seen Flo, we decided that knocking on doors was the only way to go.
"Hi, I'm looking for Flo."
"There's no Flo here."
"Hello, I'm looking for my friend Flo."
"Then call her and leave me alone." The door slammed.
I leaned against the wall and sighed.
"We'll never find her."
"Aimee, breathe, we'll find her."
"Lou, so many things have happened, I'm beginning to think that things are just going to go like they did last time we had a holiday."
"No, it's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because we're adults, important members of society, there's nothing that can't be solved by calling the police to find her if we can't."
"You know I don't trust the police."
"I'm sorry. It's stuck."
"Well, I don't really like fashion magazines but I'm not complaining."
"Look, let's just stop arguing, we have to find Flo."