CITY LIGHTS, SHADY DEALS: A PRIVATE EYE'S TALE

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