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…
Good work. You found my secret file cabinet of personal dossiers.
THE CITY IS ON FIRE. We are under attack. The static is getting louder. I received a message about a safe house, but the location was encrypted.
Then a punk kid rode by on his bike, tossed a crumpled paper at my chest, and yelled:
"Hey Hammer! You're looking in the wrong place! The truth isn't on the front page... it's in the ten cent rag! Find the Pulp-Noir under a dime!"
And with that, he was gone into the smog. Follow the clue. Follow me.
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"They say laughter's the best medicine. I guess that's why my doctor told me to quit journalism and start a clown college. But then I realized, most of the clowns are already in politics. And their jokes? Not nearly as funny as the ones I dig up on the daily."
Yours Truly, Jack Hammer.

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THE PRIVATE STASH
"I tried to write a story about honesty in Washington, but my typewriter jammed. Must’ve sensed the lie before I did. Around here, truth’s an endangered species—spotted once a decade, stuffed, mounted, and trotted out for campaign season."
Yours Truly,
Jack Hammer.
The Desk of Jack Hammer I found his name in the old journals, right where I knew it had to…