Neon Nights, Underhanded Schemes: A Detective's Story

The city bristled with a million stories. A place where darkness clung to the corners and prosperity glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bouncer. My apartment was a dimly lit room 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 shril

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