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 HAMMER FILES: Ghost of Christmas Past
December’s Daughter The room was quiet. Erma and I just stared at each other, two people separated by decades of…
THE HAMMER FILES: The Setup – Jack Calls Jamie Diamond
The bell above the door of Joe’s Place was missing, probably pried off by a drunk looking for spare change….
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….
THE HAMMER FILES: My Home My Office
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus…
THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank
The whiskey didn’t burn so good anymore. It just sat there, a cold reminder of the target on my back….
THE ACE OF DIAMOND’S: FILE 48-A
The Ace of Diamonds The city was a wet, black mirror fifty stories below, smeared by the steady November rain….