THE PRIVATE STASH
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
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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 Gus was a whimpering puddle on the ground, a man whose sneer had been replaced by a kind of pathetic terror.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,
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