THE HAMMER FILES: The Cold Trail to Oakmont
Case Point: A New Perspective The old city was a ghost in the rearview mirror. I watched it fade, the…
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?
Case Point: A New Perspective The old city was a ghost in the rearview mirror. I watched it fade, the…
Case Point: The Clinic The clinic, “Hope Springs Eternal,” was the only one in the phone book. I found it…
Case Point: The Unclaimed The Oakmont coroner’s office was a small, quiet room with the scent of old paper and…
Case point: The Coroner After concluding with the tired Officer at the Oakmont police station, I was directed to the…
A Cold Welcome The cab dropped me at a dark alley a block away from the casino. The place was…
At the Bar The blackjack table was a blur of hands and money, a silent, beautiful con. I was too…