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: 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 Man Baby’s Latest Tantrum
The Lowdown on a Low Blow You’ve got to hand it to Man Baby Trump. Just when you think you’ve…
THE HAMMER FILES: War Room Setup
The Arrival It was 2 a.m., the night before the game. A beat-up cab coughed me out in the alley…
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…
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 Case of December’s Debt
THE HAMMER FILES: The News Depot This is part one of a two part series. You can find part two,…