NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city swelled with a million lies. A place where shadows clung to the corners and fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bouncer. My desk was a dimly lit hole above a gambling den and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp wit and a knack for sniffing out deception. The phone rang, its shrill cry