“Fair warning, I’m hard to get rid of.”
Dan exited the truck, and the two friends shook hands. “Well, I can’t blame anyone but myself. The one-ton’s uninsured and parked at Gorni’s, for now. I gotta wash up and get out of these work clothes.” Dan passed Ethan his bottle because he had to use both hands to pry open the trailer door, which protested with a metallic scrape before the hinges cracked open with a bang.
Ethan tried to conceal his disappointment. “Dan, how long have you lived here?”
“Since I split up with Gorni last Christmas Day. It’s no Taj Mahal, but it’s good enough, and there’s no rent. The view ain’t half-bad, either.” He stepped inside, turned to Ethan, and said, “Why, too plush for you?”
“Oh no, Dan-o, I’m thrilled with the postwar Berlin architecture.” Ethan poked his
