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

no way Vince would let Timothy mess with the film's

I supposed to

just invested some money, made a bit,

cash, so I stopped paying

calling him your brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

Jessica. I'm talking

brother-in-law for, what, twenty, thirty years now? Why can't

that? Unless you

the wheel with one hand and shot Yates a

into a hard, thin line, his jaw as

from pale to

That film

snorted. "Why

Weren't you

with

Now my brother-in-law's

and there's a preview

wanted to interfere,

waste your

and let your

clear."

was grating, even over the

"Is Vince with you? Put

a word."

you think he wants to talk to you? Use

he wants to

to you. He even went out of

visit the Howard family

something to