THE HAMMER FILES
JACK HAMMER’S TOP SHELF FILES
My office has been ransacked. As you can see my files are a random mess. We’ve got a lot of sifting to do if we’re going to recover my stolen manuscripts. If you’re in on the game, this is where we start.
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 a dime for good measure—and stepped out onto the
The Ep-stain on Justice: Who Pulled the Plug (and the Trigger)?
The official story always has more holes than a cheese grater in a shooting gallery. Pam Bondi’s “camera cut out” claim? That’s not
THE HAMMER FILES: The Case of the Scotch Egg
You may have seen the headline, the one I ran on this very site: “The Secret Service Caddy: Trump’s Scottish Handicap.” I wrote it, and I own
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 street: chips flying, Jamie flipping the table.