A WORD FROM THE ARCHITECT
I am the architect. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I gave him. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I…
These are the fragments of my memory and life I’ve put back in order. From the oldest to the newest. But what do they mean?
I am the architect. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I gave him. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I…
THE HAMMER FILES: The News Depot This is part one of a two part series. You can find part two,…
The Case of the Red Purse The rain fell in sheets against the diner window, but inside, the air was…
The Desk of Jack Hammer I found his name in the old journals, right where I knew it had to…
Rocco’s Game and The Girl The diner was a dead end, a graveyard of cold coffee and bad memories. But…
The whiskey didn’t burn so good anymore. It just sat there, a cold reminder of the target on my back….