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…

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 ri…