THE PRIVATE STASH
THE HAMMER FILES: The Merchant Traveler
The Traveler’s Tale The big traveler lumbered to the bar, pulled up a stool that groaned under his weight, and…
HAMMER FILES RESTORED
The Hammer Files Restored
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?
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…