The Nook East Greenwich Novels & Stories

DATE: SUNDAY FEBRUARY 9th 2025 TIME: 5 PM SHARP VENUE: 2B, AXION TOWERS, GREENWHICH VILLAGE TOWNHOUSE, NEW YORK. (THIS INVITATION IS RSVP) Over my shoulder, I see Evie’s eyes widen.“Greenwich Village? As in the place with the super expensive townhouses?” “The very same.” I reply, bewildered. Hold on… today is Sunday. I check my frayed wristwatch and sure enough, it’s already 3 pm. “Evelyn, when did he give you this?” “Right before you came back out of the apartment. A motorcycle drove by and dumped it in my window. I don’t even think it was him. Probably one of his workers” she replies before reaching for my hands. I didn’t even realize they were shaking.

"Wherever you hide, I'll find you. When your name is on the Noxious list, you will die. Even in a cruel way." 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 On the 21st Century Likeside Estate, Greenwich, Connecticut stood a luxurious three-story house owned by Sean Johnson. House in Georgian architectural style away from the crowds. Because Sean really wanted to keep his privacy and safety.

They had lucked out in many ways concerning the apartment issue. Rick did indeed own serveral apartment buildings in New York. But the only one suitable for their current needs was in Hell's Kitchen. It was a neighborhood close to the theater district, as well as Time's Square. The location was to the west, down south of Central Park. It had just undergone a massive renovation to bring it up to city codes. The only problem was that is was not furnished. And Larry Watters was no where to be seen. Apartments in the states were not normally furnished. Most Americans owned all of their own household furnishings.

"The Nollans have a lot of properties in New York, luxury apartments and houses but they didn't want you to live there. They wanted you to move in with them." "Okay.. Wesley never mentioned any of this to me." "Of course, why would they mentioned all their properties? We're going to connecticut." He wasn't lying when he said we're going to Connecticut. After about 40 minutes drive, we arrived in Greenwich. I saw the sign and I've heard about this neighboorhood before. "Are you sure we're going to the right way?" I asked. "I've been here a thousand times so yes." He said and then he called Wesley letting him know that we're about 5 minutes away. We're entering the rich side of the neighboorho

“That’s the one I was thinking of. Somewhere that sounded a bit like that.” “There’s a place in London that sounds like the Grinch?” Tom looks dubious. “Oh, I know! Greenwich!” Shelley explains. “It’s spelled green - witch, Aiden, but pronounced gren - itch.” “Greenwich is cool too,” Tom says. “Your girlfriend knows the good places. When are we doing this?” “Uh… they won’t be open on a Sunday, will they?” I ask, because that’s the one day Sarah doesn’t have a performance. “They’re open,” Reese says. “Anyone got a problem with going on a Sunday?”

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'm sure you're incredibly busy, and Ethel is more than capable—" "I'm coming," Keanu said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Ethel, please clear my morning. Reschedule everything to this afternoon or tomorrow." "Of course," I managed. Maura beamed. "Well, that's wonderful. The more eyes on it, the better." ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ The site was in Brooklyn, a massive plot of land that would eventually house one of the solar arrays for the renewable energy project.

His impeccable manners worked exactly as intended. Happy to help such a courteous man, the employee called the Technical Division and requested the location of the development site Bruce and Malikha were visiting. A few minutes later, she jotted down an address on a yellow sticky note before hanging up. Turning back toward Glenn, she handed him the note. "They're inspecting a residential project in Greenwich, Connecticut." She smiled apologetically. "It's quite a long drive. They probably won't finish until late afternoon or even this evening." Glenn accepted the note gratefully.

She held out her hand. Her expression was friendly enough. I shook her hand with an overly enthusiastic smile. And of course, there was an earpod jutting out of her ear. "Please, have a seat, " she said, sitting. Marshall took his seat beside her as I sat a few chairs away. "Have you travelled from far?" "No, I live in Brooklyn." "Oh, that's not too far then. So, tell us about yourself, Miss Greene."

“Hey ladies, the next round is on me. Have the lovely bar lady put it on my tab.” They smile at me, and the one who asked earlier if I was Jacob Collin raises her voice and says, “Under whose tab should it be?” “Jacob Collin, of course.” I wink at them and head for the exit. On the way to Brooklyn, the thought occurs to me that Emily may not want to see me. She might not even be there. The cab stops in front of Green-Wood Cemetery, one of the oldest in the city.

"Oh, so you live there." "You know this place?" Noel's phone asked while he stared at Eden cautiously. "I have been there several times." Eden shrugged, smiling at him cockily. "Is your apartment the dark green building?" "How did you know??" "I own some houses and land in that place," Eden said, turning the car down a small street. "Not all. But I think I own the one you are living in too. If it is the house I think it is." "Right, there are three greenhouses in that street." Noel thought for a second. "Do you … own this whole city or something?"