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.

like Jessica had

way Vince would let Timothy

I supposed to ask?

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

hurting for cash, so I stopped

calling him your brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

I'm talking about

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

that? Unless

the wheel with one hand and shot Yates

a hard, thin line, his jaw

from pale to flushed

don't want to argue with you. That film definitely has something to do with

snorted. "Why

Weren't you planning

with Sheila's

my

a

wanted to interfere, you're

Why waste your

and let

clear."

dig was grating, even

"Is Vince with you?

a word."

but really, do you think he wants to talk to

wants to talk

to you. He even went

to visit the

have something to say to