Semua Bab No Return: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Watching the concert from the stageside was safe and comfortable. They could sing, dance, take pictures or film, even have a beer or a snack while at it. But it only made Silvia, Claudia and Jo swear that they would be back to the pit against the fence the next night, because now they knew what they were missing from that nice comfy spot.Jim seemed to be especially inspired that night, driving the audience crazy to the extent of frenzy, and letting them infect him. He hardly played his guitar on the second half of the show. He surfed the crowd, walked among them, climbed up a sound column to dive into their eager hands, best Eddie Vedder’s style. And people touched him, held him up, kissed him, snatched his jacket, took his mittens away, ripped his tee off. Yet he still asked for more. So the crowd gave him more, and soon some were fighting with the security staff at the fence, trying to reach the stage to stand by his side.“He’s fucking wild tonigh

Maybe Jim had unwillingly killed her.Sean had heard noises like wrestling and things being smashed and shattered.Maybe Jim had pushed her too rough, she’d tripped and hit her head the wrong way. And right now, his brother was shocked before the dead body, not knowing what to do.Or maybe she had unwillingly killed Jim.She wouldn’t be the first woman to throw things at Jim during a fight. Maybe she’d hit him with something harder than she’d thought. And right now, she was shocked before Jim’s dead body, trying to come up with a way to escape before they caught her.Or maybe they had hurt each other, and now they were both lying on the floor, bleeding out, too stunned or too weak to ask for help or at least unlock the damned door.Or maybe…But Sean couldn’t think of any more tragedies to explain the silence inside the trailer.Shit! He should’ve known better. He shouldn’t

Breakfast didn’t come alone.Sean walked in on the heels of the guy pushing the tray into the suite. He nodded hi with his usual poker face and commented they had some interviews booked before going to the stadium.Jo came next, with the excuse of asking Sean something.Deborah was only third, to ask Jim if he wanted any particular place in the hotel for the interviews.Then it was Tom, looking for his green tennis.And Claudia to ask what plans her friend had for the day.When Walt and Liam dropped by to ask for directions to the spa, the population density in Jim’s suite made Calcutta look like the Asian branch of the Sahara.Jim and Silvia accepted the invasion like the most natural thing. He was wearing only his swimming trunks, and she wore one of his tees on her leggings, barefoot like him. They welcomed everybody with a calm smile from the table by the balcony, and the others couldn’t believe how fresh and coo

Nobody would ever know what they did on their last night together.Those closer to them could only guess how many roofs they’d climbed, how many howls they’d cried to the moon, how many fences they’d jumped to make out and make love in how many public places. How many little bars they’d dropped by to ease their thirst. How many avenues they’d sprinted across with the green light, how many narrow cobblestone streets they’d run down.Side by side, hand in hand. Laughing, crying, singing.Jim and Silvia didn’t know for sure either.The last bar they visited closed and daylight seemed to set their eyes on fire when they went back out to the street. So they got a taxi and hurried back to Jim’s suite, to crash on the bed right as they were.When Silvia was able to squint around, about noon, she thought she should’ve kept track of the drinks they’d had, to keep from mixing so many.She pushed Jim’s arm aside, a dead weight across her chest, and the inertia made him roll over to lay flat on h

“If that son of a thousand bitches ever sets foot south of the Caribbean Sea again, I’m gonna fucking kill the motherfucker!”                                                                                                                    Claudia’s glance was enough to cut Miyen’s deadly promises off. He looked away, snorting, his arms locked around Silvia. She’d tried