
Chapter 1: The Case of December’s Debt
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THE HAMMER FILES: The Case of the Red Purse
The Case of the Red Purse The rain fell in sheets against the diner window, but inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and burnt toast.

The Hammer Files: A Bet on Red and The Bookie
The Desk of Jack Hammer I found his name in the old journals, right where I knew it had to be. Claude Bronson. The name was a ghost from a past I had tried

The Hammer Files: Rocco’s Game and The Girl
Rocco’s Game and The Girl The diner was a dead end, a graveyard of cold coffee and bad memories. But Bronson’s words were still rattling around in my

THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank
The whiskey didn’t burn so good anymore. It just sat there, a cold reminder of the target on my back. Rocco Racini’s name was a brand, a promise

THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank’s Welcome
The cab dropped me off in front of a brownstone that had seen better days, probably before I was born. Old Town hadn’t changed much, still smelled

THE HAMMER FILES: A New Hand
A New Hand Frank just stared, the cigar smoke curling around his ancient face like a shroud. He didn’t say much, but his eyes, those flinty chips of granite,

THE HAMMER FILES: The Setup – Jack Calls Jamie Diamond
The bell above the door of Joe’s Place was missing, probably pried off by a drunk looking for spare change. The air inside was a thick soup of stale

THE HAMMER FILES: High Stakes and a Diamond
The door to Frank’s brownstone shut behind me with a tired sigh, and I stepped back onto the cracked pavement of Old Town. The street was a grim tunnel,
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