“To bending it,” Alan added.

“And Alan tells the best stories,” Tara said, not happily. She’d seen the way he operated—the charm, the theatrics, the raw nerve of a man who’d already lost everything once and was no longer afraid to lose it again.

The Unwritten Rule

“He’s still in there,” Tara said, nodding toward Alan’s office. “With Denny. And the shotgun.”

Denny raised his glass. “To the law.”

Denny set the case down with a heavy thud. “Bernie. My bird dog. He’s being sued for ‘emotional distress’ by a cat.” He poured himself two fingers of Alan’s scotch. “A cat , Alan. The world has gone soft.”