As usual Ash was returning to the house late, smelling of the morgue with several days worth of black stubble on his chin that was driving him crazy. If there was one thing he detested it was disorder, and that noticeable hours past five o'clock shadow was just another kind of chaos to him. Suit jacket was carried in his hand on the hanger he'd kept it on in the backseat for the drive home, and he had to shift it just slightly in his grasp to pull the note from Lexi off the door. Heading towards the laundry room he read the girls carefully penned message.

At first it confused him, thick black brows drew tightly together as he tried to figure out who Lexie had run into. He'd obviously overlooked the hyena bit in the letter and was trying to figure out what tall blonde he knew besides Arcya. After leaving MEAT he had dismissed the hyenas as just what their sign advertised, meat. Cheap meat no doubt. Re-reading the letter he caught the important defining word and realized that Regan was in fact that one Lexie was talking about.

It was nice of Lexie to be concerned about his safety, but Ash didn't share her worries. He had no plans to ally the Pack with the Clan, his business with Regan was strictly a work function, nothing really to do with either of their positions in the lycanthrope community. For now at least. As he hung his jacket hanger on the back of the laundry room door with the rest of the dry cleaning he slipped the note into his pants pocket. First, he had to get a shower, then sleep a few hours, wake, coffee, run, back to the office.....and at some point in there he'd work in another call or visit to MEAT to see what exactly Regan had in mind.