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

was no way Vince would let Timothy mess

am I supposed to

some money, made

cash, so I stopped paying

calling him your brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

never said Jessica. I'm talking about

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

that? Unless you

with one hand and shot Yates

lips pressed into a hard, thin line, his

pale to flushed with

you. That film definitely

"Why do

Weren't you

it with

Now my

there's a preview tonight.

to interfere,

Why waste your time?

up and let

clear."

dig was grating, even over

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

a word."

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

wants to talk

even went out

visit the Howard

have something to