
Old Town

THE HAMMER FILES: Ghost of Christmas Past
December’s Daughter The room was quiet. Erma and I just stared at each other, two people separated by decades of shame and unspoken truths. Her eyes,

THE HAMMER FILES: The Doorstep
A Cold Welcome The cab pulled away, leaving me on a street of broken glass and fractured memories. Alison’s house was an old two-story, sagging on

THE HAMMER FILES: Old Debts Payment Due
Thursday, Erma, Past Due The day had a fog of smog and dust as I waited on the corner. The cab was a rusted-out Ford filled with the scent of stale air and

An Inheritance of Grief
THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Ghost The Call’s Echo The phone receiver sat in its cradle like a tombstone, a cold piece of plastic grief that had just