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‘OK, so what about doing the laundry, or shaving your legs, or unloading the dishwasher?’

Flick threw her a withering look. ‘Of course not.’

‘Well, there isn’t an app for everything, then, is there?’ Grabbing her suitcase, Maggie headed towards the entrance.

‘Maggie, you sound like an old person.’

‘I am an old person. I turn fifty on Monday.’

‘What? It’s your birthday?’ Flick hurried to catch her up, but Maggie was already inside the revolving door. Waiting her turn, she quickly followed her into the lobby of the hotel. ‘Why didn’t you say?’

Maggie shrugged. ‘I’m trying not to think about it.’

‘We’ll have to celebrate.’

‘That’s why I didn’t mention it.’

‘Buenas noches.’

As they both headed towards the large front desk, they were greeted by Juan, who welcomed them to the hotel and took their passports.

‘Actually, there probably is one for doing the laundry,’ added Flick, as they were being checked in.

Maggie looked at her blankly.

‘An app.’ Digging out her phone, she started scrolling. ‘Not sure about shaving your legs, though.’

‘You have a message.’

Abruptly, Juan caught their attention.

‘A message?’ repeated Maggie, as they both turned to him in surprise. ‘From who?’

Flick resisted the urge to correct her.

‘He didn’t give his name. It was from an English gentleman.’

The two women looked at each other, their minds racing.

‘Who knows we’re here?’

‘No one.’

‘Have you told anyone?’

‘Like who? My missing cat?’

There was a heavy pause.

‘You don’t think . . .?’

‘What? That’s Him?’ Maggie’s mind was falling over itself as she thought about their secret text exchanges. That’s exactly what she was thinking. Had she said anything? Given anything away? ‘No, of course not,’ she quickly dismissed the idea.

They were interrupted by Juan clearing his throat for attention.

‘He asked me to tell you he is waiting for you in the lounge bar.’

Flick and Maggie froze.