The strange new lycanthrope had dropped a note on his table at the Cafe with a name, address, and phone number...along with it was a strange little note "Could the Ulfric please get in touch with me later?" Obviously she had felt his wolf but had no idea who he was, not surprising since she had only just arrived in Salem. Ash took the note back to the precinct with him, using the phone there to call the number listed, less likely to be traced to him directly that way. When her own British accent came over the line he hit the number one, taking the fasttrack to the voicemail box. Beep!
"Miss Trent you left a message that you wanted to meet with me. I'll be at the Derby Cafe at seven o'clock....."
He continued on to leave a date. There was no good-bye, too long in law enforcement had gotten him out of the habit. She could meet him there, or not. It was in her hands now.