THE PRIVATE STASH
THE HAMMER FILES: A Cold Farewell
A New Kind of Win The alley was quiet now. Gus was a whimpering puddle on the ground, a man whose sneer had been replaced by a kind of pathetic terror. I
Jamie Diamond’s Gamble
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THE HAMMER FILES: The Alleyway
A Debt Collected The alley behind the Grand Reserve was a different kind of world. It was a world of shadows, of discarded promises, and the cold reality
THE HAMMER FILES: Uncovering the Grif
A New Perspective The old lady was a ghost in plain sight. From the bar, she had just looked like another gambler with a fever for the slots. But up close,
THE HAMMER FILES: A Different Kind of Grift
At the Bar The blackjack table was a blur of hands and money, a silent, beautiful con. I was too close, too wrapped up in the action to see it clearly. I
THE HAMMER FILES: The Grand Reserve
A Cold Welcome The cab dropped me at a dark alley a block away from the casino. The place was a fortress of glass and steel, a neon promise in a world of