…when he realizes that he doesn’t have the biggest boat in the Gulf…  Holy Crap!  That’s what I call a yacht!!  Hard to image a life where one commits to such a thing, along with the crew that it takes to operate and maintain it!  Well, dear, if you have to ask the price, then you probably can’t afford it…

So as 100+ feet of waterline slowly makes way, we are left to wonder what the connection is…  or does James Allen just like to draw boats?

You call in the Feds over a beetle infestation… but that doesn’t  even cross your mind when it comes to your discovery of potentially radioactive material??  In what appears to be an attempt to smuggle??  Knowing that there was a heist that left the location of said material a mystery??  (Note to those who have an unnatural desire to learn about what inspires James Allen and contributes to his story lines…  check this out…  in his own words.)

Always a cause- always something bigger than himself to provide cover for any past transgressions and Spackle over hurt feelings and resentment…  The Mark of a true sociopath… With Lesley now looking all virtuous and noble, she is putty in your hands, Mark, putty in your hands…

…something to do with this Lesley woman and her car… oh the mind races, (or not…)  But it’s clear that whatever Mark did, she has kept that hurt in a mason jar and maintained its rankness…  to pull off the shelf and open up and take a whiff at opportune moments like this…

So if she is a college professor, she is a lovelorn and resentful college professor.  But of course Mark needs something, so he’s back…  to rend hearts and leave a Trail of destruction in his wake…

Oh where do I start…  Two nights on the road and there’s real drama going down…  Doc is on the case, working his people for free advice, and Mark is passing that information on, leaving Ken wishing he had actually paid attention in High School Biology…

Wagging your finger at Mississippi Ken?  Really?  That deserves a smack.  Seriously.

But wait, kids… Wait!  We are about to meet a part of Mark’s past!!  Leslie Joyce!

Oh, snap!! Mark’s past catches up with him!!  But Leslie, Seriously. You have symmetry issues!  Your eyes are going every which-a-way… and your demeanor is, well, slightly shrewish…

Love it, though… A “friend” of mine is a Professor at “a University…”  She “may” have some advice… God in Heaven, how dismissive and condescending can you be, Mark Trail, Prince of Lost Forest, one who doesn’t know what it means to put a meal on the table!

Apparently Leslie is less than thrilled by the sound of your voice… but of course you would not have see that coming, since you are incapable of feeling other people’s pain…

Ken, you are grasping here.  “Gag Novelty Items” with the radioactive symbol on them?  I don’t think Spencer Gifts ever went that far…  Besides it appears that Spencer’s has balanced out their inventory and are now specializing in “adult fun” items…  Like I said Mark, you should have brought your camera!  Doh!

That’s right Mark.  A test.  Didn’t you and Ken drag the shark carcass back in order to perform “tests?”  Heaven knows what that might look like…  But Blondie, I mean Barbie, I mean Kelly is right!

But Geese?  Do they hang out in Florida?  Why not?  Looks like the Cackling Goose…  with a bit of extra green thrown in.

Ken sure looks all concerned talking about the “Missing Nuclear Material…”  The same look he had when he first laid eyes on the sickened shark…  Mark must have gone to acting school judging by the effective gestures he is offering up, giving the impression that he is actually thinking and feeling, two things that the Mark Trail of yore would not have been so proud to exhibit…

And Kelly, why so sad in panel 3?  is it your hair?  The fact tht you really don’t “get it?”  Well, get used to it girlfriend, between your hair color and just-shy-of-retro styling, you are going to spend a lot of time there…

In Lost Forest, they drink their coffee hot and black and out of cups with saucers…  What the hell do you have in your hand?  Some hipster mug that you bought at the local Crate and Barrel?  That’s a lot of caffeine, there, Ken…  Not to mention it’s perilously close to that laptop…   one slip and it’s curtains for the motherboard…

I think I just found the article, too… although in real life, the “highly radioactive and dangerous” Cobalt-60 was found on land, and ironies of ironies, the hijackers are expected to die since even minutes worth of exposure can be lethal… Forgive me Mark, for questioning your extreme reaction to what you found on the freighter…  So what’s the big deal here?  Dirty bombs!  Dirty bombs, my friends…

The color of Ken’s shirt matches the highlights in Mark’s hair which matches the accent color of the lampshade.  OK, I’m reaching.  Big time… but watching ken do an internet search is about as exciting as, well, Ken doing an internet search.  Almost as exciting as the yet to be released thriller about Edward Snowden downloading a bunch of classified data… or the 1995 Sandra Bullock vehicle The Net…

“Oh, there are things called articles?  Oh yes, I write those.  I need to make sure I keep that in mind if I am to justify renting a cigarette boat…” …Mark must be thinking…

Assuming the moon still rises in the east, that shoreline is facing south which suggests North Florida coastline…  Nice digs!  Ocean Front with a view!  $2 million dollar home if it’s a nickel!  Maybe it’s Uncle Doyle’s…  Maybe Ken is really rich!  It’s nice to see that Kelly has colors other than pink in her closet from which to choose…

Mark, what would you do if the world did not stand ready to feed you?

Kelly is ashore, and probably shopping for dinner…  since she is the woman and therefore must prepare the meals!  So yes, let’s race back to Ken and Kelly’s.  Literally.  Race.  Mark should be able to smoke the Shur Ketch3 in his cigarette boat… Ha!  get it?  Smoke him??

But no time for silliness here…  there’s “research” to do… like look up shipwrecks and stuff…  too bad that for the first time in his life, Mark did not have a camera with him!  What was he thinking??