Remember December
THE HAMMER FILES: The Oakmont Lead
A Trail of Letters The wooden box sat on my desk, a time capsule of a life I’d only half-lived. I ran my thumb over the old wrapping paper one last time,
THE HAMMER FILES: Jack Misses the Mark
The Unseen Signs The cold night air followed me back to my office. The familiar smell of dust and old paper was a comfort, a truth I could always count on.