Timothy pulled his robe from the wardrobe, draping it over his arm. His expression remained calm, lips parting as if to speak, but when he looked at Jessica's almost unreadable face, he thought better of it and left the master bedroom without a word.

The guest room was right next door. He headed straight for the bathroom.

After showering, Timothy settled onto the bedroom balcony, lit a cigarette, and dialed Vince.

"Did you get that wound taken care of?"

Vince's first words cut straight to the point.

"Yeah."

"How'd you manage to hurt your neck? Bled a lot, didn't you?"

Vince probably had an idea, but asked anyway.

"Got bitten by a sweet little kitten with a mean streak," Timothy replied dryly.

"That sounds dangerous. Did you get a shot?"

Timothy took a deep drag, exhaling smoke. "Vince, I didn't call to chit-chat. Do you

realize you messed up my plans? Again?"

make it up to you

a cold half-smile. "You're good at keeping

soft, almost teasing. "If I offended without knowing, I hope President Lawson

Timothy didn't bother.

route for Jessica-no money, nowhere to go. It was

she didn't come home

And yet...

million. Vince was

from her for

needed to know where Jessica's money

"Paper cutouts."

a hard time believing you're not

for

accounts,

now, my grandfather's turning seventy. We're having a

memory. Larkin's first love had been a master at traditional paper cutting. Larkin had a thing for collecting them,

made with Henry for that kind of money... It

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