It wasn't much of a holiday by most people's standards... just a turn around the park in the sunshine... but boy oh boy, how the work piles up at Jack Justice Investigations. Piles up right in the middle of the floor in a still-fresh pool of blood. Now all Jack and Trixie have to do with the rest of the day is figure out who the triggerman was and why the corpse had a thousand dollars in an envelope with their names on it. And if they can manage it, solving the case before the law puts them away for it wouldn't be a bad idea either.

Mordecai Brasseau had been nothing but bad luck for Jack Justice Investigations since the first time he walked through the door. A nice man, but a jinx - quite possibly the unluckiest man in the world. Each time Jack and Trixie took on a case for him, they swore it would be the last. Sooner or later they had to be right... and the registered letter inviting them to the reading of Mordecai's will suggested that time had finally come.... Or, maybe not.

It was the third straight day of rain that did it. People had been cooped up for days, riding out the storm, and Black Jack is sure that a flurry of human misery, or as he likes to call it - rent money is on its way. But when he turns out to be more right than either he or Trixie could have guessed, they find themselves on an island in the middle of the city, with the water rising fast. An island of the "gaudy, hard-boiled metaphor" variety, admittedly; but sometimes that's the way it goes.

It was the end of an uncharacteristic flurry of activity at the mighty world headquarters of Jack Justice Investigations. Trixie was crossing the final i's and dotting the final t's when she looked up and realized Jack was nowhere to be found. And he'd taken their old snitch Freddie the Finger Hawthorne with him into the ether. Sometimes a gal's just got to look a gift horse in the mouth , and if she ever wants to see ol' square jaw sashay in the front door again, this is one of those times. But can she and her "new partner" keep away from each other's throats long enough to turn up her old one, or is this the beginning of life with No Justice?

Jack may not know much about art, but he knows what he likes... and what he doesn't. He doesn't much like Nick Franklin's looks, or his self-satisfied grin or his manicured fingernails. What he does like is a client that can afford a fat insurance policy and a couple of gumshoes to go with it. But can Jack and Trixie fit in with the arty set enough to protect Franklin's latest "discovery"? Where will they stand when the Hammer of Justice falls?

They say all's fair in love and war, and Jack and Trixie are about to put that to the test. When Jack finds a drowned rat of a piano player who's both struck by love and several dozen gangsters, love and war don't seem like such different concepts anymore. It's a mad charge into the lion's den, all in the name of romance. Even the hard-boiled have their soft spots.

Every man has his ghosts. Old square-jaw didn't figure he had any right to expect to be the exception. But sometimes the past takes on flesh and looks you in the eye... and things can never be quite the same afterwards. When that moment comes for Jack and Trixie, will it bring down the whole house of cards, coffee and gaudy metaphors; or will it re-introduce those most contradictory concepts - Justice and the Happy Ending?

Everybody's favorite hard-boiled duo return to Decoder Ring Theatre for another six all-new pulp mysteries!

Is Jack and Trixie's new client dragon lady or ingenue? In either case, can they get their paws on a ten thousand dollar marker held by a shady underworld type before her wedding march turns funeral dirge? If so, can they do it without strangling each other? And just for an extra kick, can they pull all of this off while paying loving tribute to one of the greatest detective shows in old-time radio?!? Find out as they crack the case of The Purloined Format Caper!

Jack's been slumming it in sunny Florida, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine all in the name of thirty-five dollars a day (plus expenses). Trixie's been in their palatial offices, enjoying the No Jack. Five days later they're flush, reunited and on a divorce case... all's right with the world, right?

Wrong. If everything's sunny, who's the crazy on the rooftop with the high-powered rifle, and why is he gunning for our gumshoes? Looks like they'll have to find out in a hurry... or they and the client Jack was standing in for are all about to learn... The Trouble With Doubles!

They say that every dog will have his day, and that might be true - but there are always consequences to be faced afterwards. Jack and Trixie could swear to that; after seventeen consecutive divorce cases they're starting to go a little squirrely. What they really need is an honest to goodness puzzle to walk through the door. A little murder, a little mayhem... maybe a nice kidnapping just to break up the monotony. Be careful what you wish for...

To say that Jack and Trixie were surprised to get a call from Braithwaites, the biggest spit-and-polish detective agency in town, was putting it mildly. But to be invited to dine with the Gentleman Detective himself at his Club? That's just downright shocking - or at least very very suspicious. But if Big Larry Braithwaite thinks he can con Jack Justice into taking a train wreck of a case off his hands by stuffing our hero so full of prime rib that he can't see straight... well... yeah, that'll probably work.

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Jack and Trixie's new client is a truly impressive side of beef, if the girl detective does say so herself. A prizefighter on his way to the top, until some shady types decide it might be best if he were to lose his next match... or else. Now its up to our heroes to find out who's in back of the scheme and if this is a fight they can win... or will they all get their tickets punched for the Palookaville Express? -

Friends can sometimes be a pain in the you-know-where, but you'd sure be sunk without 'em. When Freddie the Finger has a deal turn south on him, it's only natural that he turn to his ol' pal Jackie. But with the Girl Detective still miffed over an unpaid bill, things get a little complicated. To say nothing of the corpse, or the strong possibility of more just like it. Yes sir, friends can be real Mixed Blessings at times...

"...But to me, it was as if the city had emptied out at the word of Jack Justice's return. As well they might. As well they might..."

Yes, Jack Justice and Trixie Dixon, Girl Detective return for all-new hardboiled adventure and mystery. But with Jack out to settle a score, and Trixie trying to close the books on a murder that's still unsolved at least partly due to the efforts of our intrepid private eyes, it's anyone's guess if they'll both wind up on a slab, if Lt. Sabien'll run them both in, or if ol' square jaw will finally get some... Payback!

"Law stands mute in the midst of arms" they say. Well, that proves one thing anyway; old man Cicero never met Police Lieutenant Victor Sabien. He'd never stood mute a day in his life. And with ol' Square Jaw and the Girl Detective working at cross purposes through his office... to say nothing of the dynamic duo of Sgt Nelson and Freddie the Finger Hawthorne underfoot... well, can you blame the poor guy?

It wouldn't be quite right to say that Trixie had a soft spot in her heart for old Button-Down Theo. But she had a soft spot in her head for him anyway. After all, anyone who can make private detecting seem dull as dishwater must have some hidden talents. But when Theo gets himself in hot water, will the Girl Detective be able to persuade ol' Square Jaw to intervene? And if so, just who exactly is footing the bill.

It sounded like a nice, simple job. Two sisters, estranged long ago over a man who was long gone. An apology... a reunion... the restoration of family ties in a cold and cynical world... Yes sir, it all sounded too good to be true. But Jack and Trixie know when it comes to family, nothing is ever quite that simple.

Everywhere you looked, there were goods to be gotten, and the getting often fell to Black Jack and Trixie. But there were consequences to be paid that often had nothing to do with the princely sum of thirty-five dollars a day, plus expenses. When it looks like their client may have stormed off half-cocked to do who-knows-what, it's up to our his-and-her shamuses... (shamuses?... Shami?... Whatever...) to reach deep for the ever-elusive happy ending.

They say that music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. But like just about everything "they" say, truth is in the eye of the beholder. When Jack and Trixie spend a little time in the company of musicians, the experience is neither particularly charming or remotely soothing. But at least thirty-five dollars a day hath charms to soothe the savage landlord.

With the city in the grips of a heat wave, things are bound to get a little screwy. But no matter what air-conditioned hidey-hole a gumshoe ducks into, the place is lousy with crouching jade kittens and raincoated would-be girl detectives. It's bound to end badly for someone when Jack and Trixie start A Midsummer Night's Noir! - With special guest star Mary Jo Pehl!

Private detecting isn't the sort of game where you can pick your battles. Jack and Trixie have done all kinds of things for all kinds of people, and most of the time you just hope for the best. But when a mystery man is perpared to drop a fat retainer in their laps to drop a client that they never had, it looks like our heroes have finally caught that nice soft case everybody always talks about. But it couldn't really be that simple... could it?

The life of a detective has its ups and downs to be sure. Some might even argue that the downs held a pretty strong grip on the majority. But every so often a client like Midge Crocker opened the door and made it all worthwhile. A girl who was equal parts helpless doe-eyed bunny rabbit and hard, practiced liar. Now all Jack and Trixie had to do was figure out if the too-good to be true story was just that, or if they really were after... The Family Jewels

If there's one thing worse than not having one of your best sources at your beck and call, it's never having him again because he went and got dead. With a client yapping at their heels, a word from Mike Rogers, crime reporter for the Gazette, could make all the difference. But when the newshound pulls a disappearing act, Jack and Trixie can only hope that it's a case of... No News is Good News!

Two solid days of surveillance can take it out of anybody. Two nights without sleep and things don't make a lot of sense. But when Trixie Dixon, Girl Detective starts mixing her metaphors with Trixia Dixon, Lady Consulting Detective Extraordinaire... well that can't be good, can it?

The life of a private detective is one that tends to keep a fella behind the times. After all, if you're sitting on top of the world, you rarely find yourself in need of a pair of low-rent gumshoes. Sometimes a little nostalgia isn't a bad thing... and sometimes the line between reality and anything-but is paper thin. Those are the days that leave a fella asking... Now Who's The Dummy?

It is a season not to be trusted, my friends. It can dress up sadness as nostalgia, tackiness as whimsy and grey-green slush as "Christmas snow"... but it didn't seem like all the holiday spirit in the world was going to do the little man in the red suit and even redder puddle of his own blood much good, now was it?

It has been remarked more than once that there's always a calm just before the storm. Certified meteorological phenomenon or old wives saw, it was still true as often as it wasn't. And if that storm was destined to wash away Marilou Arden, it looked like it just might take a certain pair of gumshoes with her.

When a snoop-and-peep that paid turned into a murder case that almost certainly didn't, it meant one thing: Jack suddenly got interested. For the Girl Detective, it's just one more reason to strangle the big lug... but even a clock that's stopped is right twice a day... isn't it? .

A client who seems a little too eager to pony up his retainer, the feds sniffing around like the wolf at the door and witnesses who keep blossoming into corpses. It's almost enough to make a certain police Lieutenant seem like a welcome sight. Almost. .

A certain hack writer who shall remain Shakespeare is of the opinion that the quality of mercy is not strained. He obviously doesn't ride the bus past the stylish world headquarters of Justice and Dixon all that often, 'cause around here both the quality and quantity of mercy are strained beyond any reasonable breaking point, and old friends are no exception. .

They say a man meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. Which means that whatever you do, and whatever the result might be, your fortune cookie can smile at you and say "see? I told you so." For some folks that road may lead to a destiny of great importance or heroic meaning. For others, it might lead to a face-down posture in a puddle somewhere. I suppose no one can tell. Except the cookie, and it ain't talkin'.