
Jack Hammer

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: 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 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: The Case of the Scotch Egg
You may have seen the headline, the one I ran on this very site: “The Secret Service Caddy: Trump’s Scottish Handicap.” I wrote it, and I own