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.
Blood Loyalty and Paradise: The Poet of Paris
The Poet of Paris “Paris?” Frank Vance didn’t even take his cigar out of his mouth. He just stared 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…
Jack Hammer’s December’s Debt Part 3
December’s Debt Part 3 The bill always comes due. Especially in December. This is it, gumshoe – the final chapter…
THE HAMMER FILES: High Stakes and a Diamond
The door to Frank’s brownstone shut behind me with a tired sigh, and I stepped back onto the cracked pavement…
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…
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,…