48 Hours to Midnight

She walked into my office like a loaded gun — and I already knew I’d be the one pulling the trigger. You’re a washed-up private eye barely keeping the lights on, drowning in whiskey and bad decisions. When your old flame shows up accused of murder, you’ve got 48 hours to find the real killer. In a city where the truth is bought and sold, every lead is a lie, and every ally has a price. Autocards enabled, thank you LewdLeah!