Thieves and kidnappers, Tracy is here to catch them. I was trying to keep a tray-full of champagne flutes from gliding to the floor when the thief struck. And that spelled trouble for Jackson and me if we couldn't handle the situation. It's Thanksgiving Eve, but Tracy isn't happy. She's back to waitressing, a thief ruins a perfectly good party - lousy beverages notwithstanding - and she fails to apprehend the culprit. As the sole eye-witness, she is needed by the police, but she has a more important case to worry about. Babies have gone missing in her parents' neighborhood and the police have no clues. And then one is found dead.
Tracy sets her sights on finding the kidnapper while juggling a family Thanksgiving, a jewelry thief, and two gorgeous men. And all this with a shining black eye. Who said being an apprentice P.I. would be easy?
