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

The city bristled with a million secrets. A place where dimness clung to the corners and fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bouncer. My office was a dimly lit space above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone blew, its shrill cry