THE HAMMER FILES: A New Hand
A New Hand Frank just stared, the cigar smoke curling around his ancient face like a shroud. He didn’t say…
A New Hand Frank just stared, the cigar smoke curling around his ancient face like a shroud. He didn’t say…
The cab dropped me off in front of a brownstone that had seen better days, probably before I was born….
The whiskey didn’t burn so good anymore. It just sat there, a cold reminder of the target on my back….
SMOKE AND MIRRORS Another day, another headline screaming about the Epstein case. This time, the suits up on Capitol Hill…
Rocco’s Game and The Girl The diner was a dead end, a graveyard of cold coffee and bad memories. But…
I’ve seen my share of rigged games. A case where the evidence has been twisted, a witness whose memory has…