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.

like Jessica

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

asking me? Who am I supposed to

just invested some money, made a bit,

cash, so I

brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

said Jessica. I'm talking about Salome-she's my

brother-in-law for, what, twenty, thirty

Unless

the wheel with one hand and shot Yates

into a hard, thin line, his jaw as sharp as a chisel.

to

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

snorted. "Why do you

you planning

with Sheila's name

my

there's a

to

your

up and let

clear."

was grating,

exasperated. "Is Vince with you?

a word."

he wants to

wants to

you. He even went out

to visit the

to

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