Black Jack Justice - Dead Men Run - Complete Book
Decoder Ring Theatre
Gregg Taylor
4.8 • 661 Ratings
🗓️ 15 May 2019
⏱️ 309 minutes
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The Complete Audiobook in one file, for those who like it that way.
“I KNOW WHAT YOU DID”
The writer of the mysterious letter could have been talking about any number of misdeeds, some large, some small, some frankly unsuitable for print. When it comes to deeply unqualified guardians of the moral high ground, it would be tough to find many that equaled Black Jack Justice and his erstwhile partner, Trixie Dixon, girl detective. But they will learn the hard way just how serious the sender was, and that in the end, only Dead Men Run.
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| 0:00.0 | Blackjack Justice. Dead Men Run by Greg Taylor. |
| 0:05.0 | Read by Andrea Lyons and Greg Taylor. |
| 0:12.0 | Chapter 1. The name's Dixon. Trixie Dixon Girl Detective. It's a funny thing how time gets away from you. |
| 0:22.7 | When you were a kid, summers felt like they were a hundred years long, more than long enough |
| 0:26.8 | to forget anything that you had ever learned about verbs or long division. In midsummer |
| 0:31.1 | evenings, the sun seemed to hang in the sky at that impossible angle for an eternity, and the |
| 0:35.8 | worst thing that could possibly happen was to have to go in |
| 0:38.1 | for dinner at last. Now, though I am by any even remotely fair assessment, not only young, but still in my |
| 0:44.9 | prime, summer seems like a gone before you know it a fair, whisked away before its prime on a tide of |
| 0:51.1 | flyers for the new fall lines. I suppose it was the ad on the back of the |
| 0:55.5 | newspaper across the streetcar aisle that set me to just such a thought on this particular day. |
| 1:00.8 | It was one of the first really warm days of June, and there I was, mentally organizing the tweeds |
| 1:06.1 | in my fall wardrobe at the behest of the man from Sears Roebuck's ad agency. It struck me in that moment that |
| 1:12.7 | perhaps time didn't really get away from us as we grew up. Maybe we pushed it away. The blank |
| 1:19.2 | stares of my fellow passengers seemed to agree, each of them living some imaginary life, gaping into |
| 1:24.5 | the middle distance, pretending not to see one another as the car clicked along the tracks. |
| 1:29.4 | I turned my head and took in the rest of the car down the aisle and saw the rapid movement of a series of heads that were suddenly very keen to appear to be looking anywhere else. |
| 1:39.4 | It was 20 to 9 on a Wednesday morning and I was being undressed by at least four pairs of eyes. |
| 1:45.6 | It was hard not to smile, even if it was that self-satisfied grin of a kid who carries |
| 1:50.7 | his magnifying glass to an ant-hill. We were still at distance from my usual stop, but I decided |
| 1:56.8 | to seize the day and take a little stroll. I headed to the back door of the car, ringing the bell as I did so, |
| 2:02.9 | and carefully avoiding eye contact with any of my admirers, |
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