NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city bristled with a million lies. A place where dimness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Stone, wasn't your average bartender. My office was a dimly lit space above a gambling den and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp wit and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone jangled, its shrill