NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

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