The Nook East Greenwich Novels & Stories

The pointer turned green and my heart skipped a beat; a secluded area near the croton reservoir in Westchester county, New York, approximately 20-30 miles north of Manhattan. I couldn't deny the location was a smart move by whoever was behind this–isolated and easily controlled. I knew I had to hurry. Taking long strides, I burst out of the room again, passing Marcelo and the girls lurking by the entrance, their eyes wild with concern. Marcelo followed hurriedly after me, catching up halfway. "What's the location?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. I relayed the coordinates, and then pulled out my phone to contact my men.

Noah could wait. Greenwich Avenue wa a long straight street running diagonally southeast from 14th Street and Eight to Eightth Street and Sixth. Semibasement floors in use as small galaries and stores covered the sporadic uprisinhg of houses. Up ahead, fast food chain of restaurants cozied adjacent to record shops. It was close to eight thirty pm. Evan did call Noah- but he kept her information to himself. What would Noah be able to do with it anyway? Figure out whoever was the anonymous partner to Desmond's insanity was a rogue himself? That possibility had already crossed his mind. Rogues can cut off mind links adeptly. Instead, he wrapped his hand in his shirttail and turned the doorknob.

Probably years. Swallowed up by curiosity, Greene couldn't help but ask, "where are we?" "I call this the outskirts of the outskirts of New York City," he spread out a toothy grin as if he had just been asked the world's most technological question which only him knew the reply. "Beautiful isn't it? Not only that, it is free from the raucous out there; serene atmosphere."

8:15 PM. Elena stood outside James Knight's Upper East Side residence and looked at the building. Four stories. Private entrance. Stone facade that had been here longer than most of the people inside it. Two men at the door who carried themselves in the specific way of men who were not simply security guards but something more deliberate than that. She touched the wire beneath her shirt once. Felt it there. Solid and real. Then she adjusted the catering bag on her shoulder, straightened her Brooks Events uniform, and walked toward the entrance.