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

head. Maybe that’s a Kentucky team?”
    “A dragon’s head?” Scott glanced at her and then returned his gaze to the road.
    “That’s what it looked like, but it was all a bit vague. Just an impression.”
    “Hmmm,” said Scott’s mother. “Anything else?”
    “I saw a dog, I don’t know the breed—kind of mottled grey, it looked like. And there was a tree, with purple flowers. I’ll Google it to see if I can identify it. Possibly it grows in a certain part of Kentucky.”
    “I have a feeling it’s probably a tibouchina,”Scott said, his voice sounding odd. “And the dragon’s head you saw… might it be a horse’s head?”
    “Well, yes, it could be.” Georgie frowned, looking at his profile. Was he laughing?
    “Mum,” Scott said, “could you pop out to the garden next to the tibouchina and take a selfie, send it through?”
    Georgie stared at him, and then suddenly understood, her heart sinking.
    Oh no. She hadn’t just have described Scott’s mother as being ‘on the chubby side’…had she?
    She leaned towards the speaker on the dashboard. “Are you wearing some kind of football jersey?"
    “Er, yes. I’m a bit of a Broncos fan.”
    “A bit ,” murmured Scott. “Try maniacal.”
    “I heard that, Scotty. Well, it’s the State of Origin game tonight. What do you expect?” Unable to hide her amusement, she continued, “Don’t worry about it, Georgie. Did you pick up anything else, apart from a plump lady in a Broncos top?”
    “Nothing new.” Georgie hid her head in her hands, hearing Layla’s muffled chuckles.
    Scott intervened. “Thanks for that, mum. You've given us something to work on. I'll stay in touch.”
    “Bye, darling. Take care. Love you.”
    “Love you too.” He pressed the ‘end’ button on the steering wheel and grinned at Georgie. “A bit chubby, huh?”
    “I did not say that. I didn’t.” She groaned.
    Layla said from the back seat, “It's so spooky the way you do that. You saw her clearly enough to identify a football supporters top? In the garden? And you caught it just before the phone rang!”
    Georgie heaved a huge sigh. “Yes. It looks like the crystal ball is coming good again. Not much help in finding Jerry, though.”
    Tammy had been very quiet. Georgie swiveled in her seat to look at her, guilty because they’d been laughing. “Don't worry, Tams. We’re getting warmer. We’ll get Jerry back, so he can continue to make my life a misery."
    “So,” Scott said. “Maybe around the middle of Kentucky, farmland district, and near running water. But something to do with lakes. That’s a wide area.”
    “We’ve go more than we had ten minutes ago,” Georgie said. She felt a flash of hope. Surely— surely —they would get there before anything terrible happened to Jerry.

Chapter 10
    With a gentle rain drifting down on a jewel-green countryside, Kentucky might look like a picture postcard, but rain was not what they needed right now. They had taken a detour and bumped their way through increasingly rough terrain to the GPS coordinates Vincent had given them, but if Jerry had been there, he had left no trace. Georgie tried doing a crystal ball reading again, but got nothing.
    Now, back on the highway, they had pulled over to the side of the road to consult the map again.
    They cracked the windows just a little to let in some air, and compared notes. Scott had a map of Kentucky unfolded on his lap, and stared at it with a frown, while Georgie and Layla consulted their tablet computers.
    “If your mother's right, Jerry’s somewhere in this area.” Georgie sketched a circle with her finger on the screen of her iPad, encompassing the states around Washington, Marion, Boyle and Lincoln. “We’re looking at maybe eight, nine counties. Even more, if she’s a little bit out. That’s a sizeable chunk of country when we don’t know where he is.”
    Tammy was hunched forward, peering at the screen over Georgie’s shoulder. “Switch to Google