Dottie In Agent Carter Novels & Stories

He asked. "Well, it looks like our Mr. Doe here," he flicked his thumb to the body, "used to be: One, Franklin Carter, of 101 South Highland Way, and it appears Mister Cater was attacked by an unknown animal and one large person." Curtis knelt and using the edge of his pen pulled back the collar and exposed what could only be called teeth prints. “And the head wound might mean Mr. Carter here had another visitor. It almost looks like he has been curbed stomped, but I won’t know until I get him on the table.

Anya asked, her voice perfectly neutral. Lorenzo finally tore his gaze from those haunting eyes on the screen. “Tell them I have acquired a new priority asset. The meeting is terminated.” He didn’t see the stunned faces of the board members. He only saw the dossier that appeared on his tablet less than five hours later, as his private jet cut through the clouds over the Atlantic. LOUIS CARTER. 24. Address. Debts…a staggering, pathetic list. Sister: Chloe Carter. Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Prognosis: Guarded.

I ended the call and dialed another number, tapping my fingers on the leather seat as I waited. “Carter,” came the crisp reply on the other end. Carter was a detective I’d worked with discreetly over the year. “Detective Carter. I need a favor,” I said, keeping my tone light. “I have a car I need intercepted, heading through your precinct right now. I have reason to believe the driver may be up to something... unlawful.” “Dorian, this sounds like a hell of a request. You got a plate number?” “Six-Two-Kilo-Delta-Zero-Three. Black sedan. It’s moving fast, and I want it pulled over and detained for questioning.”

“So what are you going to do?” I stare at my phone sitting face down on the coffee table. Carter’s business card is tucked neatly beneath it. I don’t answer right away. Instead, I reach for the card. My pulse starts climbing immediately. The black card stock is smooth between my fingers, embossed in silver: CARTER J. FORD Executive Director Ford Corporation. Carrie goes completely still beside me. “No way,” she whispers. I unlock my phone and then I type in the number from the card.

Agent Park said. "They do," Maeve agreed. "But they also do strange things when they're trying to be better people. I can't tell you which motivation is driving Carter. Honestly, I'm not sure he knows either. But I can tell you that cooperating with a federal investigation that could send him to prison doesn't seem like something he'd do purely for love." Agent Park studied her for a long moment, then made a note. "You're very intelligent," the agent said. It wasn't a compliment exactly, but it wasn't an insult either.

She pointed at her and declared sternly, “DaraSmith, I just did a full inventory. The Carters’s medicine is indeed missing! And the missing items match exactly with what’s in your bundle! What do you have to say now?!” ***

It works for exactly forty minutes. A soft knock comes at my door. “Come in,” I call, expecting an assistant or project manager. It’s Carter Dale from Marketing. Tall, charming and annoyingly persistent Carter. “Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe like we’re old friends. "Is there a problem?" “No of course not. I was just thinking we could go over the rollout numbers together. Maybe grab a drink after work?” I'm i imagining things or is he hitting on me right now?

I can feel my bristles rising up my neck as more and more of these strange, silent soldiers in suits fill my house. The main jackass goes over to the liquor cabinet and peruses the selection before pouring himself a glass. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Agent Carter. All you need to know is that I work for a government agency with the goal of keeping the world spinning for another day". I snarl at him. "Is Carter your first or last name?". The corner of his lips curves as if this entire thing is fascinating. "Just my name". After taking a slow swig of his drink, he stares at me while we wait for others to enter the room. Once Liam and Arthur are in the room, I feel much more at ea

"I guess I missed it. What were you saying?" "Um, I don't remember. Sorry, I'm kind of scatterbrained these days." Dottie burst through the door, her face streaked with tears. "Chelsea?" The moment she said my name, I sat up, and she saw I was on the phone. "Carp, let me call you back. Something's wrong." "Yeah, sure." I didn't say goodbye or wait for him to, either. I terminated the call and stared at the woman falling apart in my doorway.