Up To No Good: Book 4 Georgie B. Goode Gypsy Caravan Cozy Mystery by Marg McAlister Read Free Book Online

speaker.
    Danny and Juan back at the base were not making much progress. Regrettably, Jerry had taken client confidentiality a little too seriously.
    As Scott terminated yet another call that lead nowhere, Georgie put a hand on his arm. "What are you thinking, Scott? You have any ideas?"
    "Quite a few. Nothing that's going to get us any closer to knowing where to find him, though."
    "Tell me what you're thinking, anyway."
    "Yes, please do," came Tammy’s voice from the back seat. "I'd rather talk about it than just sit here imagining what might be going on."
    “OK then. Jerry’s into these prepper vehicles, right? And Jerry being who he is, he’s quite likely to have come up with some scheme that's going to take him into dangerous territory." He cast a quick look across at Georgie. “Maybe he's promised something that he can't come through with. Maybe he has somehow learned something, even if he doesn't know it, that has got someone worried."
    Tammy's voice came from behind them. “He’s pretty careful with the BoV clients, judging who he can trust and who is batshit crazy. Until I started going out to the Base with him, I had no idea they varied so much—but actually, a good many of them are just like we are. All they want to do is give themselves and their family a chance to survive if everything goes to hell."
    Georgie nodded. “Understandable. Look at us right now, racing after Jerry. Family is important.”
    “Having said that,” Tammy went on, “back at the base, I’ve met a few that scare me. They have this maniacal look in their eyes, and they go on and on about how nobody is going to take what’s theirs. Jerry wanted me to talk to them about guns, but I couldn’t. Not that kind.“ Tammy’s voice trembled a little. Although she'd been putting on a brave front, they all knew that she was terrified for Jerry. "I think that's who's got him. But I don’t know what they want." She hesitated. “Did you bring your crystal ball?”
    "Right here on my lap. Don’t give up yet, Tams. We’ll find him."
    “Don’t worry, I'm not. I've never been one to give up."
    The conversation lapsed again and Georgie went into a kind of daze, running her fingers over the worn old cloth covering the crystal ball. She hadn’t wanted to stow it in a bag, or out of sight in the back. She needed it near her, just in case it helped her pick up something about Jerry.
    She rested her head on the window, her eyes closing, and the last thing she saw before she dropped off to sleep was Scott’s profile, occasionally lit by passing headlights, as they kept eating up the miles, seeking her brother.
    ~~~
    The feeling of increasing heat under her palms woke her. It took a moment to re-orient herself and make sense of the hum of the vehicle and the dark cabin of the truck, and then she was abruptly awake.
    The crystal ball! With growing anticipation, Georgie unwrapped the velvet enough to slide her fingers underneath so she was making direct contact with the crystal globe, and then closed her eyes again, letting herself drift.
    Don't concentrate too hard, she warned herself. Let it come. Let it come.
    The crystal ball ball grew warmer still under her touch, and she drew in a long slow breath. At last.
    When an image finally materialized, she was startled. It wasn't an image of Jerry, or hard-faced preppers with guns. Nothing about survivalists, or Doomsday, and no images of an unfriendly dark forest and strange night noises.
    Instead, what drifted into her mind was the image of somewhat plump, motherly looking woman with warm grey eyes and wavy salt-and-pepper hair, cropped short. She was wearing some kind of…Georgie tried to get a clearer picture. Some kind of football supporter’s jersey? It didn't look like any team that she was familiar with. It was a kind of maroon color, a bit like the paint she’d chosen for her caravan. And it had what looked like a dragon’s head on it. She consciously tried to relax, and just let the