Kate: “What happened to the alpha-wolf?”

Curran: “LEGOs.”

Kate: “Legos?” It sounded Greek but I couldn’t recall anything mythological with that name. Wasn’t it an island?

Curran: “He was carrying a load of laundry into the basement and tripped on the old set of LEGOs his kids left on the stairs. Broke two ribs and an ankle. He’ll be out of commission for two weeks.” Curran shook his head. “He picked a hell of a time. If I didn’t need him, I’d kill him.”