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

"Aren't you supposed to be

hotel owned by The Zimmerman Group, but left no record of her check-in.

"Vince, let's not

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

yet Timothy wasn't even angry. He was

I don't find her and explain things, this will only get

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

believed he was

Jessica away, Timothy wouldn't be angry. Because Vince was protecting

happened last night wasn't what Timothy

out of control? Maybe it had just been too long.

her too much...

Do you

My advice? Get

"Would you just listen

hand, signaling Yates

on Vince. "I'm

think it's up to you