NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city bristled with a million stories. A place where darkness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average cop. My apartment was a dimly lit space above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone rang, its shrill cry