Agent Carter: The Better Man: The RIght Partner 6

At the Griffith Hotel, Angie showed Peggy around, “You know, if you moved in here, we could be neighbors”
“Oh, I don't know if they'd want someone with such a mundane job like mine”
“Nonsense” Angie gushed, “You'd fit in great here”
Just then, a few of the tenants walked towards them as they headed to the front door.
“Hi, Mary!” a well dress woman passed Angie.
Angie turned to Peggy as an aside, “That's Mary. She's legal secretary at Goodman, Kirksberg and Holloway.”
“Oh, hi Evelyn.” Angie smiled at another well dressed woman, “Evelyn is a lounge singer at a club in midtown.” she spoke quietly to Peggy
Another woman smiled as she passed Angie
“Hi, Sarah!” she replied and waved,
To Peggy, she whispered, “That's Sarah. She's a slut.”
“I see” Peggy nodded
Once they reached the front desk, Angie turned toward Miriam Fry
“This is my friend, Peggy” she explained
“How nice” she smiled. Then she turned serious, “You don't plan on having any gentlemen callers, do you?”
“Uh, no, of course not” Angie shook her head
“Good. No man has ever made past the first floor. I'll see to it” she was firm.
“Yes, of course” Peggy smiled and nodded.
As they walked away, Angie turned to her friend, “See, you don't want to end up like that, do you?”
“I am hardly of that nature” Peggy laughed
Upstairs, the Schnapps and the pie were good, and neither friend had enough to make themselves ill.
The alcohol did however, give Peggy a more relaxed demeanor.
“I've asked you here so many times” Angie began, “but you never said yes until now. How come?”
“Every time I get near someone, they get hurt, usually badly” Peggy gushed, more vocally than she'd expected.
“That can't be true. They really must work you down at the phone company” Angie wondered aloud.
“It's true” Peggy implored, “In fact--”
Before she could finish her statement, there was a knock on the door.
“Coming” Angie called.
“It's me, Lorraine” another tenant spoke from behind the closed apartment door, “Your friend has a gentleman caller”
“Downstairs?” Peggy asked the question aloud
“He's on the phone” Lorraine answered when Angie had opened the door.
Peggy made her way downstairs and picked up the receiver that lay at the front desk.
“Peggy” it was Howard, “I'm calling you from a secure location. But you might be in danger. Whoever wants that serum, and not just your colleagues, won't stop until they get it.”
“Are you alright?”
“I'm ok, but I've got Jarvis and his wife here with me. I'm trying to keep everyone safe. I wanted to make sure you were, too”
“I'm fine, I'm spending the day with--” Peggy began, “Oh god, Colleen” she realized aloud. “I've got to go”
“Should I call you a cab?” Angie offered
“Yes, actually, that would be most helpful” Peggy nodded in agreement.

Once the cab had reached her apartment complex, Peggy rushed upstairs.
The door was already open. She feared the worst.
She gingerly stepped inside, pistol in hand, ready for anything.
Regardless, she wasn't prepared for what lay before her.
The apartment was in shambles. Clothes everywhere, the dresser overturned.
The bed, which had once been a light floral, was now splashed with red.
And Colleen, beautiful, vivacious, determined, lay in a pool of blood, lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Peggy knelt by the bed, and wept. She knew she had to find out who did this. Who had killed an innocent bystander whose only crime was knowing Peggy Carter.
The only respite was that Angie hadn't traveled with her and was thus spared the tragedy.