THE HAMMER FILES: Ghost of Christmas Past
December’s Daughter The room was quiet. Erma and I just stared at each other, two people separated by decades of…
December’s Daughter The room was quiet. Erma and I just stared at each other, two people separated by decades of…
The Family Credit The front door was unlocked, as always. The bell chimed a lonely echo in the silence of…
A Cold Welcome The cab pulled away, leaving me on a street of broken glass and fractured memories. Alison’s house…
Thursday, Erma, Past Due The day had a fog of smog and dust as I waited on the corner. The…
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus…
The Weight of Silence The roar of the gunshots faded into a silence heavier than any I’d ever known. Rain,…