Decoder Ring Theatre
Decoder Ring Theatre is proud to present the first episode of hardboiled pulp detective action with Black Jack Justice! This week, Jack and his partner Trixie Dixon, girl detective learn lost love letters and a mysterious client add up to more than meets the eye. It's up to them to dish out Justice Served Cold
When Jack and Trixie are hired to protect a society dame's diamonds at a charity ball, it looks like they've finally caught that elusive nice, simple case. But when the guest list includes not one, not two but three notorious thieves, things get complicated in a heckuva hurry. Times like that a guy's lucky to manage Justice For Some!
Sometimes the answer's right in front of your eyes. Sometimes you're so busy with what you think you saw, you can't be bothered to stop and look again. When Jack and Trixie pay the bills with a little "Peeping Tom" routine, they don't expect the commandments being broken to include the biggest "Thou Shalt Not" of 'em all. But then again, sometimes Justice Is Blind!
When Jack and Trixie are hired to solve a seven year old murder, they figure it's a fool's errand. But if this case is so cold, why all the heat from upstairs to lay off? Will they finally run into that brick wall that has their names on it... or will they deliver Justice Delayed?
If it sounds too good to be true, it's all in a day's work at Jack Justice Investigations. When one of the city's most high-powered lawyers wants to buy the agency, Lock Stock and Barrel, Jack and Trixie have just twenty-four hours to figure out what the catch is and torpedo the best offer they've ever had!
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 that 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 old 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 find the 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?
