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

The city pulsated with a million lies. A place where dimness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bouncer. My apartment 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 deception. The phone blew, its shrill cry