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

The city pulsated with a million secrets. A place where dimness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average cop. My desk was a dimly lit room above a gambling den and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp mind and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone jangled, its shrill cry