NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city swelled with a million secrets. A place where shadows clung to the corners and prosperity glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bartender. My apartment was a dimly lit room above a dive bar and read more my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp wit and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone blew,