NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city bristled with a million lies. A place where dimness clung to the corners and fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Stone, wasn't your average cop. My office was a dimly lit hole above a dive private investigator bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone jangled,