THE ACE OF DIAMOND’S: FILE 48-A
The Ace of Diamonds The city was a wet, black mirror fifty stories below, smeared by the steady November rain. Up here, it was all polished glass and silence.
This is the Hammer Underground.
Jack Hammer has gone deep underground after receiving a threatening post-it from “The Controller”. Follow him as he tries to out run his reality. This is where stories are written and take form before the go to the HAMMER PUBLISHING presses or the studios at W-HAM-ER RADIO This is where the Detective work begins.
The Ace of Diamonds The city was a wet, black mirror fifty stories below, smeared by the steady November rain. Up here, it was all polished glass and silence.
Case Point: The Unclaimed The Oakmont coroner’s office was a small, quiet room with the scent of old paper and sterile disinfectant. I walked up to
Case Point: The Clinic The clinic, “Hope Springs Eternal,” was the only one in the phone book. I found it easy. I parked the car across the street
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus a dime for good measure—and stepped out onto the
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.
Noir Detective Jack Hammer learns a shocking revelation about himself in this music enhanced Pulp-Noir Tech-Noir mind bender. If you prefer at text version