Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince stood up and stepped outside to take the call.

"Hello, Timothy."

"You seem pretty close to Jessica."

Vince gave a relaxed smile. "What are you getting at?"

Timothy pressed his lips together, silent for a few beats before finally speaking. "I need you to get in touch with her for me."

Vince's smile widened. "Can't reach your own wife?"

Sitting in his car parked outside the Zimmerman estate, Timothy looked out into the night. Through the darkness, he could just make out the glow of a phone and a lone silhouette in the yard.

"You're outside?"

Vince glanced back toward the garden.

Timothy got out of the car, and Vince snapped his phone shut, heading over to meet him.

a

Thanksgiving Day and you're not at home celebrating. What brings you to my place?" Vince asked, feigning innocence,

man had, and Timothy's expression darkened further. His voice was low

he added, "If you do, The Lawson family will partner with Zimmerman Group on that solar

his breath, "now that's quite the offer." "Do

usually the image of composure, couldn't

I don't want to help. But honestly, I doubt she wants to see you.

considering whether I should

the sharp lines

of

grandmother was his first love. He never lets us forget that his first real capital came from her. He's always been grateful-even now, after she's passed. He can't pay her back, so he wants to look out for

Things were getting messier by the

dim, amber glow of the porch light, Timothy's cold stare was unmistakable. His voice was icy.

now?"

"Hey, I'm just the grandson here. No way I'm defying the old man. Honestly, Timothy,maybe

a catch. There's a line