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: The Dead Reckoning
The Weight of Silence The roar of the gunshots faded into a silence heavier than any I’d ever known. Rain,…
The Pop Bottle Millionaire: A Jack Hammer Memoir
Private eye Jack Hammer’s search for a missing millionaire ends when he finds the man in a self-induced coma, having…
THE HAMMER FILES: The Doorstep
A Cold Welcome The cab pulled away, leaving me on a street of broken glass and fractured memories. Alison’s house…
Blueprint of a Cyberscape
Listen up, because I’m only laying this Cyberscape blueprint out once. This isn’t a blog, and it sure as hell…
THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank’s Welcome
The cab dropped me off in front of a brownstone that had seen better days, probably before I was born….
THE HAMMER FILES: Uncovering the Grif
A New Perspective The old lady was a ghost in plain sight. From the bar, she had just looked like…