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

no way Vince would let Timothy mess with

am I supposed

in. I just invested some money,

hurting for cash, so I stopped paying

him your brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

never said Jessica. I'm talking about Salome-she's my

future brother-in-law for, what, twenty, thirty years now? Why

that? Unless

the wheel with

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

pale to

want to argue with you. That film definitely

snorted. "Why

you

it with

my

a preview

wanted to interfere,

your time?

rest up and let

clear."

grating, even over the

Vince with you? Put him on.

a word."

you think he wants

he wants to

even went

the Howard

something to say to

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