All Chapters of No Return: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The picture showed Silvia and Claudia outside the Vector building, holding their green passes. The foot read, “Four frigging hours to get them!”Jim showed the picture to Tim, who frowned when he read the foot.“Four hours? Damn!”“You should have emailed them like I told you.”“I did!”“Then good thing she’s nothing like me and had the patience to wait, huh?”Deborah saw the way Jim glanced at her, his eyes full of reproach, and decided to pretend she hadn’t noticed it. But she took careful note of how much Jim seemed to care about this woman coming to see him in Buenos Aires.Silvia’s post to the Hey, Jay! included a link to a photo album on Facebook, but Jim kept it for later.The dead time on the trailer, waiting to play, felt shorter that night, following her on pictures all over Buenos Aires. He recognized Silvia’s little

The musicians were just chilling out, having a beer before the presser, when they heard the first thunder. All of them looked up, surprised. “What the fuck?” Tom cried. “It was sunny not five minutes ago!” Jim went up to the nearest window, looking out to hide a smile. A sudden storm when they were about to meet again. What were the odds? He shook his head slightly. She was on the way. “She’s a fucking force of nature,” he muttered to himself. Deborah and her assistant Ron came to take them to the conference hall where the press waited for them. She nodded at Jim to let the others take the lead to the elevators and walk with her. “No green passes so far, Jim,” she said, keeping her voice down. He took his phone, searched for something and handed it to her. “Here’s a picture of her,” he said. “Go wait for her at the lobby, Deb. Keep my phone, in case she texts me while I’m busy in there. And bring her to me the minute she gets h

“So what now, soldiers?” asked Tom, trying to bring the situation to more regular grounds.“Dunno, dude,” said Liam. “Deb said something about reservations for dinner, but it’s almost eight already”.“Here we have dinner about nine,” said Claudia.“What?” cried Walt. “I’m fucking starving!”Jim and Sean looked around and spotted Deborah with Ron and Tim, talking to some locals. Jim took a hand to his lips.“I’ll get her,” said Sean, before Jim whistled at her and Deborah punched his lights out.“How are you for an allnighter, woman?” Jim asked Silvia.“Like a scout, always ready,” she replied. “What’s the plan?”“Dunno, but guess it’s dinner, some drinks and some dancing. You up?” Jim heard Claudia’s muffled giggle and turned to her, raising his eyebrows. “

Considering Claudia had taken them to a good place, and the online reviews didn’t say much about the nightclub they were about to go to, Deborah asked her about it.“I’ve never been there,” Claudia said. “Too exclusive for my budget. But I’ve heard they throw VIP private parties on the third floor.”Deborah flashed a cunning smile. “Wanna hop in as a scout?”Claudia mirrored her smile. “Lead the way!”Tim remained at the bar, to wait for Deborah’s call giving the green light for the nightclub. The call didn’t take long and he headed for the counter to pay for everybody’s drinks, leaving Ron and the bodyguards to take the group to their cars.Jim gulped up his bourbon and got to his feet. His lips curled up when he saw Silvia dodge the others to come toward him. She flashed a merry grin, and before he could take her hand, she wrapped her arm around his.&ldquo

By four, only a few of them were still standing, because the rest were exhausted, drunk or both. Deborah’s legendary resistance to champagne had been seriously compromised that night, so she looked around for Tim to help her organize the group’s retreat. And found him completely wasted on a couch. Good thing Ron was still in shape to crawl down the stairs and ask the bodyguards to get the cars ready. Meanwhile, she took on the quest of kicking everybody up to their feet.Her dizzy head got suddenly clear when she found Jim had exceeded his alcohol to an extent she’d had only seen a couple of times before. He was declaiming something at the top of his lungs, while Silvia and Liam laughed and threw snacks at him from a couch.Deborah shook Sean, snoozing with his head on Jo’s lap, and pointed at his brother. He rubbed his face, shook Walt awake, and together they were able to push and punch Jim into the toilet. Gallons of fresh water on his head e