I loved reading this comic spoof of 1920s-era detectives and their work. It is Technicolor, splashy, flashy fun with its elaborate language, Jazz Era panache, giddy logic that somehow makes sense -- pure joy. It's clear Barry Wallace loves this genre; "The Eighty-Sixth Soul" is a loving parody. And, yes, the ending is a surprise.

I have to admit I wasn't sure where this one was going but then... bang! I should have seen it coming. I think this piece would look really cool in production, especially with a good costume designer. Excellent work!