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

The city bristled with a million stories. A place where shadows clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Stone, wasn't your average bartender. My office was a dimly lit hole above a brothel 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