NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city swelled with a million lies. A place where dimness clung to the corners and prosperity glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Harper, wasn't your average bartender. My apartment was a dimly lit room above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out danger. more info The phone jangled,