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

would let Timothy mess with

me? Who am I

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 Salome-she's my

twenty,

Unless you want

go of the wheel with one hand

a hard, thin line, his jaw

pale to flushed with

to argue with you. That

"Why

you planning

it with Sheila's

my brother-in-law's

there's a preview tonight.

to interfere, you're

waste your

up and

clear."

dig was grating, even over the

sounded thoroughly exasperated. "Is Vince with you? Put him

a word."

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

he wants to

to you. He even

visit the Howard family

have something to