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: 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…
Blood Loyalty and Paradise: The Deferred Bill
The Deferred Bill The house was dark. Angela and Jackie were asleep, safe in the warm, quiet world I had…
THE HAMMER FILES: The Setup – Jack Calls Jamie Diamond
The bell above the door of Joe’s Place was missing, probably pried off by a drunk looking for spare change….
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: Old Debts Payment Due
Thursday, Erma, Past Due The day had a fog of smog and dust as I waited on the corner. The…
THE HAMMER FILES: A Hand of Trouble
JAMIE DIAMOND’S GAMBIT The Knock I’m Jamie Diamond: and this game is mine. The street was a grimy canyon of…