Synopsis

The alley reeked of stale rain and something else, something metallic and unsettling. Detective Harding knelt beside the body, the flickering gaslight casting long, distorted shadows. A single crimson stain bloomed on the grimy cobblestones. "Chinatown," he murmured, more to himself than his partner, Ray Maxwell. Ray surveyed the scene, his face grim. The victim was a low-level informant, known for whispering secrets in dimly lit corners. This wasn't a random act; it was a message. A chillin