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 fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average cop. My desk was a dimly lit room above a brothel and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp wit and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone blew, its shrill cry slicing