Agent Carolina Novels & Stories

Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped. “How on earth is this nightmare here…” The person stopped in front of me, her voice ice-cold. “Which car did you want smashed?”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She didn't want to tell me why she left North Carolina, but I'm quite sure I knew it wasn't just some fight with her mom this time. The video feed was all black and white. It's an older system, but it told me all that I really needed to know. The car I saw leave the adjacent parking lot earlier did pass by the camera that day. I zoomed in and saw an older man driving. A man I had seen before but not in a long, long time. I did an internet search for the type of license plate designs that they have in North Carolina. First in Flight. Red lettering with a design of an airplane in blue in the background. That mother-fu8cker.

The fire of his anger still burned brightly within him, and it would not be extinguished until he had dealt with the threat that Ace posed. A sleek black car was waiting for him at the curb, and the driver immediately stepped out to open the door for him. Richard slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his skin. The door closed with a quiet thud, sealing him inside the luxurious cocoon. The car pulled away from the hospital, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

Carol puts a car key on the table, one she hasn’t been using lately. **Isn’t it your Lamborghini—!?** She nods. **Pick me up every day when I send you a message. You will be solely responsible for driving the car.** **Where are we going every day?** **To the hospital.** Alex looks shocked and tries to question her, but Carol glances at her phone. **Gotta go now. Drive safe. The car is in the garage. Don’t damage it; otherwise, I will make you pay triple!** She glances at him before leaving the café.

I have set a sequence of events in motion, and I can only hope that they play out in the way I planned. MICHAEL Charlotte´s signal vanishing from the screens, for a moment we all, James, myself and Richard, sit frozen, staring, trying to will the signal back to life. Oh, God Charlotte. Where are you? "Time to go," says James, swinging away from his computer. "We´ve done as much as we can from here." "Yes. Which car?" "Yours. It´s more rugged than mine. We may need to go cross-country, or on poor trails."