NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city pulsated with a million lies. A place where darkness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Harper, wasn't your average bouncer. My desk was a dimly lit hole above a gambling den and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out deception. The phone rang, its shrill cry