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

The city swelled with a million secrets. A place where shadows clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average cop. My apartment was a dimly lit hole above a gambling den and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp mind and a knack for sniffing out deception. private eye The phone blew,