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THE HAMMER FILES: Count the Play Dough
The Count “Now we count,” said the big man, and Lenny opened his package wrapped in his signature brown paper. Anyone who knows Lenny knows he
THE HAMMER FILES: Lenny Bent’s Silvery Limo
Lenny Bent’s Silvery smile Lenny Bent came through the door. The sight of him was enough to tell you he was a man of power. He had two suited thugs with
THE HAMMER FILES: Weasel and the Big Man
The Weasel’s Play Weasel and the big man talked for a while. Weasel was all smiles and easy conversation, but I could see the wheels turning behind those
THE HAMMER FILES: A Cold Farewell
A New Kind of Win The alley was quiet now. Gus was a whimpering puddle on the ground, a man whose sneer had been replaced by a kind of pathetic terror. I
THE HAMMER FILES: The Alleyway
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
THE HAMMER FILES: Uncovering the Grif
A New Perspective The old lady was a ghost in plain sight. From the bar, she had just looked like another gambler with a fever for the slots. But up close,
THE HAMMER FILES: My Home My Office
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus a dime for good measure—and stepped out onto the
THE HAMMER FILES: Hit the Streets
A Deadly Gambit From my perch in the war room, my telephoto lens captured the chaos in the room across the street: chips flying, Jamie flipping the table.
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