NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city bristled with a million lies. A place where shadows clung to the corners and fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Harper, wasn't your average bartender. My apartment was a dimly lit hole above a brothel and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp wit and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone blew, its shrill cry