“Billy and Harry should be here by now,” countered Dorothy, glancing at her watch.
“Widen the search-area,” I instructed.
We duly fanned out and continued looking.
“Found them?” I shouted as Rosa-Maria approached.
Shaking her head, she called out to Dorothy. “Any luck?”
“No. What are we going to do? Their mobile phones are dead.”
Someone had to take charge. I stepped forward firmly.
“We’ll go to the bar by ourselves, girls. If they can’t make it on time for ‘Happy Hour’, that’s their problem.”