"... Yeah. Yeah, I'll meet you there. Be careful, Regi."
Zach threw down a few more coins to cover anything else, plus a tip, before turning the collar of his coat up with a small sigh. It was going to be a long few days, and not any that he was looking forward to. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever been looking forward to anything less.
Gripping Reginald's shoulder on the way out, Zach managed a small, rather half-hearted smile before heading out into the street to go and do what he did best - shirk around the law and pull in favours so that he could get what he wanted.
Zach had been much more successful in one area than another - it was well into the evening once he returned back to the Rookery, dark circles underneath his eyes and a slight bow to his back as if he was running on empty. He had no idea if Regi had already got back or was still out getting work done, but all he wanted right now was somewhere to rest his feet and he supposed this place would have to do.
Work was being done on the warehouse to find any evidence, but that was going to take at least a day to get anything concrete. His search for a new place to stay had been woefully unsuccessful, but he had made sure that everyone who knew anything (who he could trust to keep their mouths shut) was keeping an eye out for where his Father had decided to hole up this time. They were also on the eye for anywhere easy to stay, but Zach was less hopeful about that.
Regardless, he had done what he could - he rather think he deserved the bottle of whiskey stashed in his jacket after the course the last few days had taken.