crime - Newz Hammer

A man in a fedora sits at a smoky jazz club bar, his weary face reflected in a whiskey glass. Other patrons are shadowy figures in the background. The scene is high-contrast, gritty grayscale, and noir-style, with a single bare lightbulb. The mood is lonely and mysterious.

An Evening at the Local Playhouse

This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series An Evening at the Local Playhouse

THE HAMMER FILES: A Seat at the Show The day was a long, dusty road with no end in sight. My kind of day. The cases had dried up, the phones were quiet,

Black-and-white graphic novel panel depicting Jack punching Gus against a brick wall in an alley, while Jamie watches with calm resolve.

THE HAMMER FILES: The Alleyway

Jack Hammer3 weeks ago3 weeks ago05 mins

This entry is part 5 of 6 in the series Jamie Diamond's Gamble

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

A grayscale, high-contrast pulp-noir graphic novel panel shows Jack Hammer, a burly man in a trench coat and fedora, standing at a payphone located in the back corner of a dimly lit, gritty bar. He holds the receiver with a serious, intense expression. The bar's bottles and shadowy figures are blurred in the background, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.

THE HAMMER FILES: The Setup – Jack Calls Jamie Diamond

Jack Hammer4 weeks ago4 weeks ago04 mins

This entry is part 9 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

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

A grayscale, high-contrast pulp-noir graphic novel panel shows Jack Hammer, a burly man in a trench coat and fedora, walking down a rundown city street at night. The street is lined with dilapidated buildings, broken windows, and fire escapes, all rendered with sharp lines and deep shadows, conveying a sense of urban decay and grittiness.

THE HAMMER FILES: A New Hand

Jack Hammer4 weeks ago4 weeks ago04 mins

This entry is part 7 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

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,

Cartoon. Noir. Gray scale. Jack Hammer is sitting on a worn couch in a dimly lit living room. Across from him, his aged uncle Frank, looking like he's in his hundreds, sits in an old armchair, smoking a cigar. The room is filled with dramatic shadows and the faint haze of cigar smoke. The scene captures a gritty, contemplative mood.

THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank’s Welcome

Jack Hammer4 weeks ago4 weeks ago04 mins

This entry is part 6 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

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

A grayscale, high-contrast pulp-noir graphic novel panel shows Jack Hammer, a burly man in a trench coat and fedora, confronting a female performer on a small stage in a dimly lit, gritty dive bar. She stands by a microphone, looking at him with a serious, warning expression, implying danger. The bar's name, "The Blue Note," is faintly visible in the background.

The Hammer Files: Rocco’s Game and The Girl

Jack Hammer1 month ago4 weeks ago05 mins

This entry is part 4 of 16 in the series Chapter 1: The Case of December's Debt.

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

Grayscale satirical cartoon depicts a tough private eye, like Jack Hammer, dramatically exposing the tangled web of connections between caricatures of powerful figures resembling Trump, Epstein, and Maxwell.

Dirty Laundry: Trump Epstein Maxwell connections

Jack Hammer1 month ago1 week ago07 mins

Listen up. They say the truth’s a slippery thing, especially when the powerful try to bury it under a mountain of lies. But down here, where the shadows