It was a slow day at the Perez & Camerino Auto & Detailing shop. Slow enough that only two of the crew were actually there that late afternoon. Ricky Camerino who was in the office working on some paperwork (that he'd pushed off long enough) and Les Morgan who was in the garage sanding and prepping a car to be painted while keeping a very good ear out for the phones and the door.

As far as packs went, their family kept their werewolf business as far down on the down low as they could possibly make it. They were well known in human circles because they held weekly races on their land but they tried to stay clear of any other packs or supernatural business.

Les heard the bell ring from the front and sat the sander down before making her way toward the front lobby. She tugged the gloves off as she walked through and took a look at the other man, sensing exactly what he was. "Can I help you," she asked, walking toward the desk and studying the man silently.