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 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…
Blood Loyalty and Paradise: Saturday Morning
Saturday Morning Sunrise The white-hot burn of the code faded, not with a “zip,” but like a bad dream at…
THE ECHO IN THE HEADLINE: THE SPINNING IN MY HEAD
THE ECHO IN THE HEADLINE The office was a deep blue grave, lit only by the weak, buzzing lamp on…
THE HAMMER FILES: A Final Goodbye
Case point: The Coroner After concluding with the tired Officer at the Oakmont police station, I was directed to the…
THE HAMMER FILES: Hit the Streets
A Deadly Gambit From my perch in the war room, my telephoto lens captured the chaos in the room across…
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,…