300 Brannan Street Novels & Stories

Braze asked. " The Watch Tower,13 Denze Street.... " Robert uttered with difficulty, grabbing the floor for support. He was on his knees and fighting to stay put. " It's on it's way sir, just five more minutes.... sir... goodness.... what do I do.... " Robert was about to fall on the ground face first but Braze caught him.

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Breanna pushed through the glass doors of precinct headquarter like she owned the place. Sophia tagged cautiously beside her. “Where is Internal Crimes?” she snapped at a passing officer. “Third floor.” They didn’t wait for the elevator, they took the stairs two at a time, and within minutes they made it to the third floor.

I cussed under my breathe. ---- I had to head into San Fransisco. On the go, in the Revenant X-0. The one car that attracted no attention whenever and wherever it was. A ride made for only the CEO of GRM. I stared out the glass as we emerged, the city rising in the distance like a challenge. I had only three true businesses here. One was with Jacob...

I ignored it because they had a habit of defaming each other. She stood up and took a piece of paper from the fridge's magnet. She handed it to me. I took it immediately. "Hmmm, I think that address is in Metro," she snorted, continuing to put down the cookies I had separated for her. 123 Ventura's Towers Penthouse 1430 143 Prestige Avenue Metropolis, ST 010143

The space was on a corner in the East Village that had good foot traffic and better bones, a former restaurant that had been stripped back to the essentials and was waiting for someone who knew what to do with it. We stood inside after signing. Looked at the bones. "Third one," Renee said. "Third one," I confirmed. She turned slowly. Looking at the room the way I looked at rooms. Seeing what was possible rather than what was present. "It's going to be good," she said. "It's going to be excellent," I said. She looked at me. "Welcome back," she said. For the third time since March. "I know," I said. "I know."

"Important information. Very, very useful to you. Will you pay good, yes or no?" "Hmm," the person on the line hums quietly, then sighs, "Yes." Julian exhales shakily. Good. Good. "Okay. I-" "Uptown. My office. 237 South Grand Avenue, top floor. Come now." The voice gives the address and hangs up without waiting for a reply. Julian stares at the phone, heart hammering against his ribs. Is he making the right decision? Maybe not-- but he's desperate right now.

We didn't go to a hotel nor the penthouse. Bonny led us to a crumbling, ivy-covered brownstone in a part of the city the tourists never saw, the historic district near the old courthouse. "My old firm's pro-bono office," Bonny explained, fumbling with a heavy brass key. "It’s been empty for years. It’s off the grid, and it’s within walking distance of the Hall of Justice." Inside, the office smelled of cedar and old litigation, but it was perfect.

Seraphina's POV The address on my phone felt like a lifeline. 392 West 88th Street, Apartment 4C. I stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the brownstone building. It wasn't new, but it had character—the kind of weathered elegance that came from decades of being loved instead of constantly renovated. The rent was too good to be true. I knew that. But desperation had a way of making you willing to believe in miracles. I climbed the front steps and pressed the buzzer for 4C.

The silence inside the car felt expensive. “Is this really necessary?” I muttered. The men up front didn’t turn. “Mr. De Castello’s instructions, ma’am.” I exhaled sharply. Outside the window, Manhattan moved like a film reel. People walking fast, clutching coffee, clutching problems. I pulled out my phone and searched the address Catalina had sent earlier. West 27th Street. Three-story building. Former photo studio, she’d said. Owner still holding the deed, willing to sell fast.

Gwen said to herself and walked away from the building she admired. 375 Borne Avenue, Boreon, Naudis. That was what she was looking for. Borne Avenue was a road that outstretched from the main road Lane 70. So Gwen looked for Lane 70 and from there traced her finger on the map to where Borne Avenue was.