This week's show spotlights the songs and stars of two of the most important record labels in early rock n roll, Specilaty and Chess Records. Listen to the music that has long been forgotten. Host, Lee Douglas will throw in some of you favorites and even tell you how to request a record that you haven't heard for many years.

This week's show spotlights the songs and stars of two of the most important record labels in early rock n roll, Specilaty and Chess Records. Listen to the music that has long been forgotten. Host, Lee Douglas will throw in some of you favorites and even tell you how to request a record that you haven't heard for many years.

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?

   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.

 
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?

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?

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. 


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.

What does one do when one has seen it all? Done it all? Been to every corner of the former Empire and hunted every quarry known to man? Where does the mighty hunter turn for a challenge? Col. Barker Whistance-Smith, late of his Majesty's service, turns to the wilds of the urban jungle, and his quarry is the new breed of Mystery Man. But when he sets his sights upon The Red Panda, will he learn the folly of hunting The Deadliest Game?

"Simon Radford released this morning. Apparently cured. Thought you should know." So reads the terse note from The Red Panda's agent. But can a maniac like Radford, who once terrorized the city as the villainous Electric Eel ever be truly reformed? And if so, who is behind the reign of terror that sweeps across the city? Can our heroes crack this case while struggling with their own... Duality?