Tiger's Eye Mystery 9: A Dead End Christmas by Alyssa Day

Author:Alyssa Day [Day, Alyssa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Contemporary, Fantasy, Fiction, Gay, Lgbtq+, Paranormal, Romance, Science Fiction, Space Opera Fiction, Urban
ISBN: 9781948253284
Goodreads: 90991549
Publisher: Berkley / Holliday Publishing
Published: 2022-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

21

Jack

Tess followed me out. "Do you want me to come with you?"

I stopped long enough to pull her in for a hug. "No, but thanks. I don't know what I'm walking into. Jed said nobody was there, and from what he'd seen it was only vandalism, but he doesn't know Jeremiah's—my—our—place enough to know if anything is missing. Can you get a ride home?"

"Of course. Call me as soon as you know. Do you want me to reach out to Andy for you?"

"No. He has enough on his plate without dealing with simple vandalism."

I kissed her, jumped in the truck, and sped home. By the time I reached my place, I'd calmed down from fiery rage to mere fury. Whoever was behind this crime ring, they'd dared to come into my town. They'd hurt my friends.

And now they'd invaded my territory.

I didn't have time for this, with a murderer on the loose. These jerks were going down.

When I reached the house, I realized I'd clamped my fingers so tightly on the steering wheel that they'd left dents.

Okay. Maybe I wasn't all that calm, after all.

Jed walked out onto the porch, and I recognized the angry amber sparks floating in his green eyes, since I'd seen the same in my own.

"Nobody came into the house," he called out. "The cowards just threw a brick through the window."

I studied the front of the house. They'd shattered the large parlor window, which was an odd size and would be a pain to replace. Even as I thought it, part of my mind wondered at how easily I'd settled into thinking like a homeowner, after fourteen years of living out of a duffel bag wherever life threw me.

Jed walked out to meet me, wearing jeans and one of the flannel shirts we'd bought him since he couldn't go around dressed in the outfit he'd been wearing in the 1700s. He looked like me—or like I'd look in forty years. Same reddish-brown hair, though his was streaked with white. Three hundred years trapped in a statue would probably do that to a guy. A few inches shorter than me, but same build, same shapeshifter lean muscle and fast metabolism.

Now there were two tigers in Dead End—and somebody had been stupid enough to invade our den.

That somebody was going to be very, very sorry.

"Any tracks out here?"

Jed nodded at the ground beneath the window. "I found shoe prints there. Maybe they looked in the window to see if anybody was home before they threw the brick through it?"

"A brick? What kind of brick?"

He raised an eyebrow. "How do I know? A brick. Not much different from the ones we used in my day, after half the town burned down a couple of times, and we got smart enough to realize that wooden buildings weren't the best way to go when we had fireplaces and woodstoves."

I examined the prints, which were large and deep in the soil around the plants. "Big man. Heavy, too, to leave prints this deep.

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