NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city bristled 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 cop. My apartment was a dimly lit space above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or read more a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out deception. The phone blew,