Dottie In Agent Carter Novels & Stories

“Detective Carter, and this is Detective Reynolds.” I didn’t move or react. My face remained perfectly neutral, my posture relaxed, as if this were just another routine inconvenience. It wasn’t the first time law enforcement had come knocking, and it wouldn’t be the last. “What can I do for you, officers?” I asked smoothly, my tone polite but not overly welcoming. Detective Carter stepped forward slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with the sharpness of a man who had done this dance before. “We need to bring you in for questioning, Mr. DiFronzo.”

She described further, and I pretended not to listen to her. “You like him, don’t you?” she teased. “Hell no!” In a loud tone I disagree. “So you do know who I’m talking about,” she smiles. “Come on, tell me. What’s his name?” “Daniel. Daniel carter,” “THE Daniel Carter?” She threw a flip, emphasizing on THE like that will make me know who he is. “Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,”

A way for her to manage her anxiety and give her the boost of encouragement she needed to step into the building. Cara closed her eyes, beginning her ritual of controlling her breathing when her phone buzzed. She glanced down, contemplating not answering. When the ringing continued she finally huffed and picked it up. “Hello?” “Miss Jones? It’s Agent Carter.” The American accent declared down the speaker. “Hi, how can I help?” She fumbled with her keys in her hand. “I was wondering if you had a moment to talk?” There was hesitation on the phone. “I have ten minutes before I head into work.” She responded.

"Oh, so you share no ties with Ms. Ravelle? In that case, ma'am, you'd do well to watch your words." Carter finally spoke. "It's quite late. Don't you think just barging into someone's home like this is inappropriate?" He could tell that the luxury cars parked outside weren't ordinary. After all, they all had Draventh license plates. Carter brushed past Anthony and stepped outside. He said, "Mr. Snider." Rhea snapped out of it, her back still turned to him. George subtly stepped in front of her, shielding her from Carter's view. He looked at Carter and said, "Mr. Jamison, you seem to be in quite the mood."

Was Layla able to open up to them? Since the two had slipped into the room, he hadn’t heard any distinctive shouting or screaming. That was a good sign...Right? “I’m sure everything is going just fine,” Carlo offered. “In any case, do you want to know what we gathered on our special Agent Carter?” For once, in the last few weeks, I was actually glad for Carlo’s presence. I gave a curt nod and waited for him to give me his report. “Tell me what you found.” “Agent Daniel Carter resides on the upper East side of the city in a considerably nice apartment complex. However, lately, he hasn’t been spending his nights there.”

Brittany decided to let it go, especially after hearing that Dorothy stabbed her own chest in order to secure their marriage. “Hey, Alex! Come and lend me a hand while I’m cooking.” Hailey took Alex away with a smile and let Zoey to play with her father. Dorothy blinked her eyes, stunned and shocked with disbelief. How could Alex be so close to the Carters? She never heard that they had any connection! Meanwhile, Emma ambitiously arrived at Waylon Realty with her secretary, Shermaine Ford.