Over 2 hours and growing: Build a complex maze, feed it enough data, and the shadow in the center just…
The city was sweating under a blanket of August heat, the kind that makes a man’s collar feel like a…
THE PRIVATE STASH
"I tried to write a story about honesty in Washington, but my typewriter jammed. Must’ve sensed the lie before I did. Around here, truth’s an endangered species—spotted once a decade, stuffed, mounted, and trotted out for campaign season."
Yours Truly,
Jack Hammer.
The door to Frank’s brownstone shut behind me with a tired sigh, and I stepped back onto the cracked pavement…
The cab dropped me off in front of a brownstone that had seen better days, probably before I was born….
