Sean was walking out of his room when somebody tripped in front of his nose, trying to run toward the elevators. He frowned when he recognized Silvia, looking pale, shaky, terribly upset as she pressed all the buttons, a hand to her chest. Before he could try anything, she stumbled into an elevator, phone to her ear and tears raining down her face.

He turned to the other side of the hallway and frowned deeper: Jim's door was wide open.

He didn't stop to warn Jo, he just sprinted to Jim's room. To stop short at the doorway, refusing to believe his eyes. He stormed in, grabbed the girl's shoulder and yanked her roughly away from the bed. His brother let out a hoarse grunt and rolled over, back to sleep.

Sean dragged the girl out of the suite. His glare was enough to scare her the hell away and put her on her way down the stairs.

Jo thought she'd heard a girl crying and looked out of their room, curious, in time to see Sean come marching on like a very pissed-off panzer.

"Go downstairs and try to find Silvia," he snarled. "Now!"

She didn't even stop to put on any shoes, and hurried to the elevators barefoot. Crystal clear something had just happened. It wasn't easy to upset Sean like that. Jo was questioning the receptionist when Sean came out of the elevator and headed for the cafe in the ground floor. She'd already been there, to question Tim, Deborah and some more.

Sean was soon back to the lobby and they headed back upstairs together. Jo gave him a moment, but he still snorted and hissed, plain furious.

"What happened, love?"

"Remember the chick Jim was fucking after the presser? The one he dropped the minute Silvia got here?" Sean needed to pause, commanding himself to breathe as deep as his anger allowed him to. "Well, I just saw Silvia flee like crazy, crying, and I found that fucking chick in Jim's suite, giving him a fucking blowjob!"

Jo turned pale. "What!? What the fuck was he thinking?"

"Nothing, as usual! He's totally wasted. I don't think he even registered what happened."

They got out of the elevator and Jo tried to go in the opposite direction from their room. Sean grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"I'm getting Claudia, she can-"

"You're getting no one, Jo. This is my brother's mess, and he's the one to take care of it, in case he's interested."

"Are you fucking kidding me? We're leaving in two hours!"

"Yeah, hell of a timing, for a change. Told you this wouldn't end up well."

Across the hallway, Tom recognized the voices. Sean and Jo having an argument? Out there? What the hell?

He'd hardly taken a step to the door, intending to look out and see what on earth was going on, when Claudia's phone rang. Tom saw her pick up and freeze for a heartbeat. Then she cried something in Spanish and jumped out of bed. Tom had never seen her get dressed so fast.

"Your friend knows how to screw up big time," she said, throwing her stuff into her bag in a hurry. "Sorry, I gotta go. I'll try to make it to the airport before you leave."

She brushed his lips in a rushed kiss and left, already making another call.