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

Vince would let Timothy mess with the film's

asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?

money, made

cash, so I stopped

him your brother-in-law. Jessica

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

I'm talking about Salome-she's my fiancée.

for, what, twenty,

Unless you want

let go of the wheel with

a hard, thin line, his jaw

pale to flushed

That film

snorted. "Why do

Weren't you

with

my brother-in-law's

a preview tonight.

to interfere, you're

waste your time? Use it

rest up and let your

clear."

dig was grating, even over the

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

a word."

right here, but really, do you think he wants

he wants to talk or

He even

to visit the

to say

well use this

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