“I see him.”
We got up and walked over to the Explorer. A good-looking thirtysomething man got out and introduced himself as Hugh Williams. “I’ve got the keys,” he said. “Ready to go have a look?”
“You bet,” Mike said.
We got into the Explorer, and he took us up to the property. As he drove down the driveway to the cabin, he explained the situation.
“This place was owned by an old couple from Florida,” he said. “Both of them died about three years ago, and the kids couldn’t make up their minds what to do with the place. None of them wanted it, so they finally listed it with me.”
“How long has it been on the market?” Mike said.
“Close to two years.”
“How many children are involved?” I said.
“Three,” he said, “but only one counts.”
“Really?” Mike said.
“Oh, yeah,” the Realtor said. “The oldest of the three is a forty-five-year-old female, and she’s the top dog. When she says ‘frog’, her two brothers jump.”
“I know the type,” I said.