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

way Vince would let

me? Who am I supposed to

just invested some money, made a bit,

for cash, so I stopped paying

calling him your brother-in-law.

Timothy's irritation was palpable.

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

twenty, thirty years now? Why can't

Unless

the wheel with

line, his jaw as sharp

from pale to flushed

argue with you. That film

snorted. "Why do you

Weren't you

with Sheila's name

my

a

to interfere,

waste your time?

up and let your

clear."

grating,

exasperated. "Is Vince with you? Put

a word."

right here, but really, do you think he wants to

to talk or

even

the Howard

something to say

as well use this

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