Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yates slid into Vince's car, ready to head back to the Zimmerman estate and pick

up Jessica for dinner.

As he buckled in, Timothy's name flashed on the dashboard screen. Yates

glanced at Vince. "It's Timothy calling."

"Go on, answer it. Put him on speaker-I'm curious what he wants this time."

Yates accepted the call and switched to speakerphone. Timothy's voice came

through, slightly breathless and urgent. "Yates, what's Jessica's connection to that

film, 'Letters from the Fetal Sea'?"

So, he'd caught on.

Not bad-he was quick.

Yates shot Vince a look, silently asking if they should spill. Vince shook his head.

Not a word.

Jessica had confided in him before: Timothy couldn't know. She was worried he'd

ruin everything.

That movie was Carlisle and his friends' labor of love. It would be a disaster if all

their hard work went up in smoke.

Jessica wasn't hoping to make a fortune; she just wanted to give Carlisle and his

crew a chance to prove themselves.

And Vince had seen it firsthand-Timothy had tried to snatch the film and slap

Sheila's name on it.

Jessica had

would let Timothy mess

I supposed to ask? My soon-to-be

right in. I just invested some money, made a bit, then dropped

for cash, so I stopped

your brother-in-law. Jessica is my

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

talking about Salome-she's my fiancée. Vince

for, what, twenty, thirty years now? Why

that? Unless you

go of the wheel with one hand and shot Yates a

line, his jaw as sharp as a chisel.

from pale to

to argue with you. That film definitely has something to do with

"Why do you

Weren't you

with Sheila's name

Now my

a preview tonight.

to interfere,

waste your time? Use

and let your

clear."

"brother-in-law" dig was grating, even over the

thoroughly exasperated. "Is Vince with you?

a word."

here, but really, do you think he wants to talk to you?

wants to talk or not

you. He even went out

to visit the Howard family

something to say to