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

Vince would let

asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? My soon-to-be

some money, made a bit, then

hurting for cash, so

your brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

said Jessica. I'm talking

twenty, thirty years now? Why can't I

Unless you want

go of the wheel with one

pressed into a hard, thin line, his jaw

pale to flushed

you. That film definitely

"Why do you

you

it with

my brother-in-law's

a preview tonight.

to interfere,

your time?

up and

clear."

was grating, even over

"Is Vince with you? Put him on. I

a word."

but really, do you think he

he wants to talk

He even

the

something to say

well use

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