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 desk was a dimly lit room above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone blew, its shrill cry slicin