When tiger shapeshifter and ex-rebel soldier Jack Shepherd learns about his uncle's death, he fires up his Harley and heads across country to go home to Dead End, Florida. Along the way, a beautiful woman pulls him into a deadly mystery involving a missing Santa and a race to save two lives. When tiger shapeshifter and ex-rebel soldier Jack Shepherd learns about his uncle's death, he fires up his Harley and heads across country to go home to Dead End, Florida. Along the way, a beautiful woman pulls him into a deadly mystery involving a missing Santa and a race to save two lives. Because it's Jack, laughs fly as fast as the clues do.
Now that he's on the case, Jack won't be stopped, and he won't give up, because sometimes it takes a tiger's eye to see the truth.
He was on his third cup of coffee, and down to nothing but crumbs and a single honey-covered biscuit on his plate, when the diner door slammed open and a teenage boy rushed in, red-faced and panting.
“Vanessa, you've got to come right now. Somebody shot Santa Claus!”
Jack was halfway out of his seat before he remembered two important facts:
1. This was none of his business, because he was done with crime-fighting, and,
2. Santa Claus didn't exist.
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