Detective Jack S. Jackson, supposedly one of the city's 'finest', just seems to like an easy life. While he swans around the city 'investigating' the spate of recent break-ins, we all wait and wonder where the next is going to happen and if there's anything more serious behind the theft of all of these religious artifacts. If following the good Detective shows us anything it would now be worth warning the owner and patrons of Johnny's Bar (the Eastside watering hole where Jackson regularly frequents - during working hours) that they're probably next on the hit list.

The question is this: Is this all our tax dollars get us these days? And another thing: What the hell does the 'S' stand for in your name, anyway?