(Asher)
I pulled up behind the parked car and turned off the engine. Harlow checked the time before gathering her folder and phone. A man stood on the porch with a set of keys in his hand. He came down the steps when he noticed us approaching.
"Are you Harlow?"
"Yes. You must be Mr. Bennett."
"Richard is fine. I'm the owner."
Harlow introduced me, and I shook his hand. Richard looked toward the driveway before turning back to her. He seemed friendly enough, although I wasn't here to judge him. Harlow had already opened her folder.
"Thank you for meeting us," she said.
"No problem. Trevor said you needed access to the shed."
"Yes. My clients wanted to see inside before making any decisions."
Richard nodded and looked toward the back of the property. Harlow asked whether he had brou
