THE PRIVATE STASH
THE HAMMER FILES
THE EVIDENCE SHREDDED BY THE SYSTEM.
My office hasn’t just been hit—the System ran a cleaner through the archive. As you can see, the files are a random mess because the Controller scrambled the Index and shuffled the ledger. We’ve got a lot of sifting to do if we’re going to recover the case reports and re-sequence my stolen manuscripts. This pile is the wreckage of a system failure. If you’re in on the game, this is where we start.
Jack Hammer’s December’s Debt Part 3
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THE HAMMER FILES: Ashes to Ashes
Case Point: The Unclaimed The Oakmont coroner’s office was a small, quiet room with the scent of old paper and sterile disinfectant. I walked up to
Blood Loyalty and Paradise: Frank’s Peace
Frank’s Peace The memory of the airport blurred, the timeline pulling taut. The cheap paint of our office dissolved, the colors running. Ten years
THE HAMMER FILES: The Oakmont Lead
A Trail of Letters The wooden box sat on my desk, a time capsule of a life I’d only half-lived. I ran my thumb over the old wrapping paper one last time,
The Desk of Jack Hammer
I’m Jack Hammer: This is My Story The name’s Hammer. Jack Hammer. I’ve been walking these mean streets long enough to know that nothing is ever
Pop Bottle Millionaire: The Price of Immortality
The Price of Immortality The trail led me to that hot, silent stretch of desert, a place where the sun was a hammer and the silence was a weight. The compound