Let’s keep it simple between two reasonable men.”

“Four hours ago you were threatening to sue me,” I said.

“Tempers run hot in the summer heat,” Harry said, letting out a big, booming laugh that bounced off my garage door.

“Smart men get past a bad morning.”

He waved at the pair of wooden chairs on my front porch.

“Sit down for five minutes,” Harry said, his voice dropping into a low, confiding rumble.

“Let’s talk like grown-ups before Arthur Peterson starts making any more needless phone calls.”