Carter tapped his fingers against the wheel of the caddy. One if his rings making a heavy thump each time. He was a block down in a parking space watching a rather unassuming building. A building listed as a PI firm.
A building listed as the Exchange.
Carter let out a long slow breath. There wasn't any reason to worry, he was clean right now. Relatively speaking. No reason any of those folk would take ire with him walking up to the top floor.
Yeah. No reason at all as long as they didn't figure out his last name.
Getting out of the car, Carter made his way down the block with Darla walking next to him in the spirit world. James was tense but she was just annoyed, as expressed by her burnt visage her husband sometimes glanced in reflections.
“...”
Carter started to say something then stopped. It'd just piss her off more and she was already mad about this meeting.
Stepping into the building, Carter communicated to anyone he passed he was meeting a Dr. Dalton in the workshop and he faced no real opposition. Well... at least there was that.