Jackie Angel
THE HAMMER FILES: A Final Goodbye
Case Point: The Homecoming The journey back was a blur, a reverse of the one that had started it all. The vast, empty countryside gave way to the familiar
THE HAMMER FILES: Ashes to Ashes
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
THE HAMMER FILES: The Cold Trail to Oakmont
Case Point: A New Perspective The old city was a ghost in the rearview mirror. I watched it fade, the concrete towers shrinking into a hazy smudge of regret.
THE HAMMER FILES: The Oakmont Lead
A Trail of Letters The wooden box sat on my desk, a time capsule of a life I’d only half-lived. I ran my thumb over the old wrapping paper one last time,
THE HAMMER FILES: Jack Misses the Mark
The Unseen Signs The cold night air followed me back to my office. The familiar smell of dust and old paper was a comfort, a truth I could always count on.
THE HAMMER FILES: The Daughter I Never Knew
The Family Credit The front door was unlocked, as always. The bell chimed a lonely echo in the silence of Old Town Frank’s house. He was in his armchair,