noir detective
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.