(Harlow)
Asher took me to a small restaurant near the center of Crosswell. I hadn't been there before, but he apparently knew the owner. A woman behind the counter greeted him by name and directed us toward an empty table. I sat across from him and picked up the menu.
"How do you know everybody?"
"I'm a friendly guy."
"That's questionable."
"You're hurting my feelings."
I ordered pasta while Asher chose steak and potatoes. We were halfway through our drinks when my phone lit up on the table. Trevor's name appeared in an email notification. I opened it before Asher could complain.
"Finally."
"Good news?"
"Depends what's attached."
There were several documents, including an inspection report and a property information sheet. I opened the inspection report and read through the findi
