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

The city bristled with a million lies. A place where shadows clung to the corners and prosperity glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average cop. My apartment was a dimly lit room above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp mind and a knack for sniffing out trouble. The phone blew, its shrill cry