NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city swelled with a million stories. A place where shadows clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Stone, wasn't your average bartender. My desk was a dimly lit space above a gambling den and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone rang, its shrill cry