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.
The Secret Service Caddy: Trump’s Scottish Handicap
Listen up! Jack Hammer’s back at the keyboard, and the stench of hypocrisy just wafted over the Atlantic, mixed with…
THE QUIET COLLAPSE: A FILE MARKED Quiet Please
Quiet Please The neon hum of the street led me into the hushed austerity of the Municipal Library. I’d walked…
Pop Bottle Millionaire: The Desert Fortress
The Desert Fortress I started digging. A paper trail a mile wide, all of it cold until the very end….
Jamie Diamond’s Sparkle
Jack receives an urgent phone call from his old friend and card shark, Jamie Diamond. Jamie is losing a fortune at…
An Evening at the Local Playhouse
THE HAMMER FILES: A Seat at the Show This Jack Hammer Pulp-Noir, finds Jack stopping for a quick drink, and…
THE HAMMER FILES: An Inheritance of Grief
This hard-hitting pulp-noir is part two of the story “December’s Debt” which you can read , here. December’s Debt. You…