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

image float in her head.
    The woman was in casual clothes, jeans – and had big grey dog loping by her side. She seemed to be in a garden, and near her was a tree with bright purple flowers on it.
    As she looked at the woman, the woman turned and seemed to look back at her. It was almost as though they were watching each other through a kind of mist. She was trying to say something, but Georgie couldn't get what it was.
    Some kind of warning about Jerry? A message about where he was?
    Then abruptly the car phone rang again, and her concentration was broken. The image dissolved.
    “Damn,” Georgie said out loud, her eyes snapping open. She ran the images through her mind: the woman, the garden, the tree with purple flowers… the dog. Any of it could be important when they were trying to find where they were holding Jerry.
    Listening with half an ear to see who was calling them, she bent down to scrounge in the bag at her feet for her notepad and pen. She had to write this down, while the images were still clear.

Chapter 9
    “Hi Mum,” Scott said, as Georgie switched on the cabin light to see what she was writing. Woman, football jersey, grey dog, tree with purple flowers…
    “Scotty!” The voice on the other end was warm and rich and deep, with a tinge of relief. "Where are you?"
    “On the way to Kentucky. Have you got anything for me?” He glanced across at Georgie and said unnecessarily, “It's mum. I asked her to do a spread and see what she could pick up.” He turned his attention back to the caller. “Just filling Georgie in.”
    "Ah, Georgie!” his mother sounded delighted. “Nice to meet you at last. I've been trying to get information about you out of Scotty. But he's not being very cooperative."
    Georgie gave a tired grin. It was nice to have something to focus on besides the fear and frustration. “He told me you said we’d meet. Unless there’s another Libran in his future.”
    The voice on the other side laughed. “I’m not sure whether he really believed me at the time.”
    "Why is it,” put in Scott, "that people like to talk about me as though I'm not here?"
    “I guess this isn't the best time to catch up, Georgie, so we’ll take a rain check. Anyway, Scotty…” her voice grew serious. “I'm not sure what you've got yourself into, but there is a lot of darkness around you. You take care."
    "I always do, you know that. So what have you got?"
    “Georgie, I see your brother near a freshwater source. I'm getting something like a creek, or moving water – it's not still, like a lake, but wherever he is has something to do with lakes. I know that sounds contradictory. I can see green fields around; I’m getting the impression that it's an area where there are farms – but this place is overgrown, like a wilderness. Maybe look for a private holding somewhere. That's all I'm able to pick up now, except that I feel he’s…enclosed. Not in a car. I looked at a map of Kentucky, but no one area is coming to me. My eye wants to go toward the middle of the state, but I could be overthinking this. You know how it is.”
    “I know all right,” Georgie said with feeling.
    “I bet you do.” There was a sound of wry amusement in the woman's voice. "Anyway, Scotty, I’ll keep all of you in the back of my mind, and do another spread for you soon. If you come up with anything new, let me know so I can add it to the mix.”
    “Before you go…I did pick up on something,” Georgie said. “Just before you phoned. It might mean something if we can track Jerry down. I saw a woman, a bit on the chubby side, hair going grey. Eyes a light color, blue or grey.” She stopped, thinking. “She was wearing… well, I don’t follow sporting teams, but it might mean something to the others. She’s wearing a kind of sports jersey, same color as my caravan.” Then she remembered that Scott’s mother hadn’t seen her caravan. “A deep maroon. It’s got a logo, something that looked like a dragon’s