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…
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus…
A Deadly Gambit From my perch in the war room, my telephoto lens captured the chaos in the room across…
The door to Frank’s brownstone shut behind me with a tired sigh, and I stepped back onto the cracked pavement…
The bell above the door of Joe’s Place was missing, probably pried off by a drunk looking for spare change….
A New Hand Frank just stared, the cigar smoke curling around his ancient face like a shroud. He didn’t say…
The cab dropped me off in front of a brownstone that had seen better days, probably before I was born….