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Lefty liked being out in public, in crowded places. Sure he wanted to disintegrate and destroy all of society, but he still loved being around and within big groups of people. He liked people. Just not their system.

Better yet, he was out alone. He wasn't flanking Dad, er, Hiero or in a duo with Phoebus on some job. Yes, he was on a job, but solo. And even though he was technically working, he was glad to be out. Lefty hated hated HATED being cooped up. He was a creature of the outdoors!

The job was to start rounding up anyone could help out with this little murder issue. Like, it just wasn't cool, you know? Currently, his job was to find this Alexandria Lamont chick. According to his info, she was a Casino worker in her mid-twenties. At first, he didn't know why a human would be on the list, but it turned out she was living with a Lukoi pack member--whom he was also supposed to pick up along with her--and they were part of the little 'railroad' he'd heard about once or twice in some rather shady little monsters-only places. So, she might have some info on what kinds of critters like himself were going in and out of this city, or at least that was what he could figure...he didn't ask Hiero too many questions, good boy that he was.

Though Andi wasn't home, Lefty didn't know that, and was at her apartment door knocking, which they'd gotten through a vamp who was friendly enough with the Lukoi that he could get an address out of one of them if paid well enough. Lefty would like to break the door down, stomp around, maybe upset some furniture, but he had been very much told that he was to take a CIVIL approach, and only get a bit more 'intense' if need be.

Bah. Civility.

Being a lycan did come with the big plus of extremely acute sense, including hearing. He heard her approach before he saw her, and smelled her as well. Female, judging by the scent, and he had a good idea of her size by her footsteps. When at first he only heard her, he made a move to duck away before she could see him, in case she was not the person he was looking for—being covert was always a good idea no matter what you were up to, and it might help later if nobody had witnessed him at her door, you never know—but then came back, also on impulse, when her pace continued towards the place with a sort of assured step that made him figure she probably lived here. She was heading right this way anyway.

Still in the shadows, he called, “Alexandria Lamont?”

Speaking, let alone near-hollering, probably wasn’t a great idea for a lot of reasons, but Lefty didn’t really think that much, y’know.

The instant she made that remark about the full moon, he instantly assumed—perhaps correctly, perhaps not—that she was referring to his lycanthropy. She was human, the file said so, how could she tell? It couldn’t just be from living with a lycan. Could it? Did that work? Lefty didn’t know. He didn’t know one of her parents was a vampire; even if that was in the file, which it may or may not have been, Lefty was really not the time to read something in its entirety. He skimmed as fast as he could until he thought he’d gotten all of what he thought were the essentials, and then went on his way to ACTION.

That one comment got him on his guard, and he hadn’t even talked to her yet aside from calling her name. He took the hand though. His was rough, callused, and had an earthy sort of feel to it. Wild. You could just tell.

Now, what was he supposed to say to her again? s**t, he didn’t have Phoebus here to do that for him.

“Gotta ask you to come somewhere with me.”

Yeah, ‘cause THAT didn’t sound creepy or threatening or dangerous at all. Okay, another try.

“I’m here to gather people that we think may be of help in a homicide investigation, and you and your roomate are one of them. Don’t worry, you’ll be compensated for your time, and in the interest…”

What the hell was it again? Cripes, couldn’t he just grab her and go? He had the strength. Bah, no, he wasn't allowed...how he hated rules. if they were anybody's rules but Hiero's, Andi would be slung over Lefty's shoulder by now like a flour sack. Or a dead body.

“…well, whatever. Point is, I’m working for somebody who wants your help, you’ll be paid, I’m not a freaky stalker kidnapper terrorist rapist whatever so please don’t call the cops or pull mace out on me, and where’s the Lukoi you live with? Need him too.”

Not very tact, but he got to the point, at least.

********, she worked for the boss bloodsucker? Lefty wished he'd actually READ her file now. Except not. 'Cause Lefty never regrets. He'd never been clear on how things were between the Master and Hiero. Why was it again that even though lefty was almost certainly Hiero's favorite between the Angelbright brothers, it was Phoebus who was most likely to know more of what was going on? Oh yeah, because Phoebus could be trusted to not do anything stupid with that information. Still not fair!

He really did just want to pull a Tarzan right now and drag her off by her hair. Or was that caveman? Whatever. It would make things easier. besides, Tarzan and cavemen were the same thing, one just had a vine instead of clubs.

"What if I told you I already had?"

It wasn't technically a lie--not that Lefty would have any problem with lying, that was his brother's issue--because it was just a 'what if' question, but wording like that made it sound like a statement of fact.

Well, THAT had been a bunk. See what doing things the 'proper' way got you? Doors shut! This, he figured, was why Hiero liked him better---the big fella knew that in the long-run AND short-term, it really was lefty's way that worked best. Pissed people off, yeah, but it worked best. And he'd prove it right now.

"Well, I tried to be polite, but you asked for this, princess," he said, gripping the doorknob. With the strength that was only commonplace in lycans, he ripped the door its hinges and tossed iot away, "Send the bill to The Garden. Oh, and don't be scared."

A pretty dumb thing to say for a guy who had just ripped off her door and was now making a grab around her waist.

Yeesh, this whole thing was just a b***h, wasn't it? As he got into the driver's seat, he did an automatic lock of the car doors, and pressed a button that rolled up...not a screen between them, but bars rather like a dog's cage might be. Like a cop car's would have, but with a crucifix dangling from it.

"The silver plating plus the cross keeps me safe from most nasties...not that I have to worry about much from you.", he said, "But I'd rather you didn't try to choke me while I'm driving, since you don't seem to trust me that much. Like I said, don't freak out. Enjoy the ride. Ever hear of The Garden?"

"Hey, I'm trying to make conversation!," Lefty prompted, "You know, you're the one who wouldn't cooperate. It's not like I wanted to do that...though I really should have in the first place. Geez, don't you trust anybody?"

As if the questions couldn't get any dumber...