Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The atmosphere was tense, to say the least.

Yates, stuck between the two men, felt the awkwardness settle on his shoulders like a heavy coat.

Thankfully, the arrival of the waiter with their food offered a brief reprieve, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Let's eat," Yates suggested, trying to sound upbeat.

Neither of the other men moved even a muscle.

They hadn't come here for the meal, and it was obvious.

Yates glanced at Timothy, then at Vince. He had no idea what had transpired the night before, so he assumed Vince was at fault-coveting Timothy's wife,

perhaps. Hoping to smooth things over, Yates shot Vince a discreet look, urging him to say something, to take the first step.

They were friends, after all. In Yates's mind, no matter how big the problem, it could be talked down, brushed aside, and life would move on.

But Vince didn't even acknowledge him.

Instead, it was Timothy who spoke first. "Where is she?"

Yates stared at Timothy, startled.

earth

was biting. "Aren't you supposed to be resourceful? What's the matter-can't

stay at a hotel owned by The Zimmerman Group, but left

to intervene, "Vince, let's not make this

cut him off. "It's all right. I was the

Timothy wasn't even angry. He was

"If I don't find her and explain things, this will only get messier. Please, just tell me where

if Vince had stabbed him in the back, Timothy didn't seem

he genuinely believed he was in

wouldn't be angry. Because Vince was

happened last night wasn't what Timothy

things spiraled so far out of control? Maybe it

her too much...

"Drop the act. Do you honestly think she'll ever

man. My advice?

you just

hand, signaling Yates to

locked on Vince. "I'm not getting a

to