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had sent us any more emails, and to do some more work on the Aztec website (although none of us felt like it, much). “I bet he’s going crazy looking for it. I feel—”
    “Really sorry for him, yeah, we know,” sighed Kenny. “Don’t worry, Lyndz. We’ll get that disk back. We’ll get it back if it’s the last thing we do.”
    “It probably will be, if Catherine Shaw’s got it!” Frankie joked. She was trying to cheer everyone up, but nobody laughed. We just didn’t have a clue what we were going to do next.
    When we got to my place, my mum was in the living room with Ben and Spike, whowere watching
The Lion King
. Mum was looking pretty stressed out.
    “Lyndz, Tom’s going mad looking for a computer disk he’s lost,” she said. “You haven’t seen it, have you?”
    I swallowed. “Not recently,” I said. Which was true enough.
    “Oh, blast.” My mum sighed. “You were our last hope. Tom said you girls were using the computer when you were here for the sleepover, so we thought you might have seen it.”
    “We saw Tom put it in his schoolbag,” Kenny chimed in. Which was also true enough.
    “Where’s Tom now?” I asked.
    “Searching his room – for the millionth time!” my mum replied. “It’s such a shame. He put so much work into designing that poster for the gig.”
    We all crept out of the living room and up the stairs, feeling completely shamefaced. As we reached the landing we could hear bangs and thumps, and other loud noises. Tom’s bedroom door was open, and he was pulling all the books off his bookshelves and flingingthem on the floor. He was red in the face, and looked totally cheesed off.
    “Hey, Lyndz,” he called hopefully, “have you seen that disk? You know, the one with my poster on it?”
    “We saw you put it in your bag,” I said carefully, and the others nodded.
    “I know.” Tom shook his head, looking completely bewildered. “But when I got to school this morning, it wasn’t there. I just can’t believe it!”
    I felt
really
lousy. So did the others, from the looks on their faces. We all stood there, shuffling our feet and clearing our throats. We must have looked dead guilty, but Tom didn’t seem to notice.
    “The posters should really have gone up this week,” he muttered, flicking through the papers on his desk. “If I don’t find the disk in the next couple of days, I’m going to have to design a new one.”
    Wow! Relief or what! We all looked at each other, and Frankie gave us a thumbs-up.
    “But I won’t have enough time to do a really cool design like I did before,” Tomwent on miserably. “It’ll just have to be something simple.”
    So then we were really depressed again.
    “Tom?” That was my mum calling from downstairs. “The rest of the band is here.”
    “OK,” Tom called back. Then he turned to me. “Gotta go, I’ve got a rehearsal,” he said. “But if you find the disk, come and tell me straight away, all right?”
    “All right,” I agreed. Fat chance.
    “This is awful,” Frankie muttered, as Tom went out.
    “I feel really mean,” Fliss said.
    “Me too,” Rosie agreed.
    Kenny didn’t say anything. I guess she felt the worst because she was the one who’d lost the disk, but I’d never seen her so quiet.
    We put the computer on, and checked our site. We had two new emails. One was from Katie Shaw, and it said simply:
    The ransom money is now seven pounds. Pay up or you don’t get your disk back!
    “I’m getting well sick of this Katie Shaw!” Rosie said crossly, hitting the Delete button.
    “Maybe we should think about paying the ransom after all,” I said hesitantly. “I could sell my new riding hat. Someone at the stables would probably buy it off me.”
    But the others were shaking their heads.
    “We can’t give in, just like that!” Frankie said firmly.
    “We’ve still got a bit of time left to try and get the disk back ourselves,” Rosie added.
    “And anyway, even if we pay the money, we might not