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 Case of the Missing First Lady
The Case of the Missing First Lady The President walked into my office on a Monday morning, looking less 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 HAMMER FILES: A Deal with Diamond
Ace reporter and private eye Jack Hammer strikes a deal with Jamie Diamond, setting the stage for a high-stakes card…
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,…
The Tax Man Cometh, The People Get Nothing
They’re selling you a story. A grand plan. They call it a new tax law, a fix for the broken…
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…