Chase Bank called. $500,000 was the offer for Greenwich Locksmiths. No thanks was Mortillaro’s answer. Blue eyes matching denim jeans. Metallic beard matching both trade and tenure. “$750,000,” when they called again. After $2,000,000, they stopped calling.

Something about Greenwich Locksmiths stopped a kid walking home from school. His eyes adjusted. Like seeing one star in the sky and suddenly a constellation looking back. Namely, the Van Gogh-inspired facade Mortillaro sculpted of starry, starry keys.

“Hello, Greenwich,” Mortillaro said, picking up the phone. “Greenwich Village… New York City,” he said, hanging up. “Lady calling from Connecticut,” he laughed. “Locked out of the pool house… anyways, where was I?”

70’s. Long beard a long way away. When Mortillaro wasn’t busy cracking s

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