Aggie came out from behind the counter as Dahlia made her way to the door. She smiled as the woman left, calling out, "See you soon, Dahl," before the door clicked shut and she was left alone with Cameron Rogers. And whatever trouble he had brought with him today.

He smiled at her, and it was soft and handsome and she politely returned it before making her way to the table recently vacated by her elderly customers. Aggie was carefully collecting the china plates and teacups on a tray when he commented on the business and she nodded. "It's going great on both sides." She wasn't raised to be rude, so she bit back inquiring about the real reason be was there. She didn't have to wait for long.

The recent and mysterious deaths. They had been all over the news and the gossip, both supernatural and mundane. They baffled everyone. Were they murders? Or freak medical conditions? Those were what the humans were asking. Meanwhile the supernatural scene was asking the real question. What kind of bump in the night was doing this? "I've heard rumors," Aggie said carefully, and he launched into more details, laying a case file on her counter.

Aggie watched him as he spoke, listening intently. The council he was working for couldn't get to the bottom of these deaths, so he had come to her for help, as he always did. For some reason he saw her as an invaluable source of information and consultant, an honor she could live without. He mentioned that he couldn't get any meetings with any of the local vampire elders and she closed her eyes briefly as she set the tray on the counter by the file. His hybrid nature made him something of an anomaly among the general supernatural community, and an outcast among the weres and the vamps. Meanwhile Aggie was well known and well liked and had friends everywhere, including contacts in most of the major vampire families. Particularly the Moreaus. 

She opened her eyes and looked at Cameron for a few moments, her green eyes studying his face carefully. Then she moved around the counter and over to the door, where she turned the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. She often did this when Cam visited.

"I don't suppose," Aggie began as she turned to face Cam again, "that my usual 'I can't help I'm just a tea shop owner' isn't going to work this time, is it?" It never usually did. The witch let out a frustrated sigh as she moved back to the counter and leaned against it. Her hand was inches from the file, which she desperately didn't want to touch. She did not want to get involved in things like this, she never had. But Cameron Rogers somehow had always gotten her  to.

"You'll learn to take no for an answer someday, Cam," Aggie mused as she opened the file. "Or you'll find another witch. Either way my life will be easier." She glanced down at the fie. "What exactly do you think I can do to help you?"