NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city pulsated with a million secrets. A place where shadows clung to the corners and fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Stone, wasn't your average cop. My desk was a dimly lit hole above a brothel and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp mind and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone blew, its shrill cry slicing