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

trophy before putting it down and resuming his duties as a masseur. Then he added casually, “Might as well wear them now; she won’t be in high heels to talk with the preppers. No dancing at the Apocalypse.” He laughed.
    And there it is, thought Georgie. She caught the guarded look in Tammy’s eye and raised an eyebrow. “To talk to the preppers…?”
    “Quid pro quo,” Tammy explained, her smile somewhat forced. “Jerry puts in time with vintage if I do the same with preppers.”
    Georgie waved a hand at all the black spandex. “You never wear anything but retro, Tams. How are you going to help sell bug-out vehicles and ‘Get Out Of Dodge’ packs?”
    “Retro might not be quite the look,” Jerry allowed, “although survivalists are learning more about traditional farming and crafts. Home-grown food, making do, recycling clothes. But it’s Tammy’s former life that we’re calling on.”
    From the other side of the RV, reclining in a leather easy chair, Layla sat up and paid attention. “Tams! You were a prepper ? No, you weren’t.”
    “Of course I wasn’t.” Tammy did a little shimmy in her skin-tight Grease outfit, a movement that had Jerry grinning in appreciation. “Do I look like one?”
    “Not right now,” Georgie said, “but remember, we’ve seen you go incognito. You could play anyone.”
    “Preppers don’t have a ‘look’, anyway.” Jerry warmed to his theme. “They have a lifestyle. They don’t all dress like commandos, but they’re prepared for all eventualities. Tams can talk to anyone. Throw in a few guns, and what prepper could resist her?”
    Georgie and Layla spoke at the same time. “ Guns ?”
    “Jerry,” Tammy said warningly, “I told you, no guns.”
    “You don’t have to fire them. Just talk about them as though you know what you’re doing.”
    “And how, exactly, is Tammy supposed to know anything about guns?” Georgie asked.
    Jerry looked faintly guilty, as though he had betrayed confidence. “Uh…well…you tell them, babe.”
    Tammy rolled her eyes and hitched herself up, kicking free of Jerry’s grip. She drew up her knees and wrapped her arms around them, a tiny crease in her forehead. “I know guns, right?” she said reluctantly. “My dad and brothers hunted. They still hunt. I used to go out with them.”
    “So Tams and I came to an agreement.” Jerry grinned at them all happily. “I play Danny Zuko and make nice at the retro meets. I help to expand the division. In return, she talks guns and survival in the wild with preppers.”
    “I’m not wearing camo gear.” Tammy pointed a finger at him with a clear warning in her blue eyes.
    “Wouldn’t dream of asking you to, honey. Just forget the swing skirt and bobby sox, OK?”
    While listening to their exchange, Georgie had been watching their body language.
    Tammy was not comfortable with this.
    Jerry, on the other hand, was not only comfortable but was hiding something. The one thing he couldn’t control was that telltale twitch in his jaw; the sure signal over their years growing up together that her brother was up to no good.
    She was determined to find out what.

Chapter 3
    The next morning Georgie and Layla waved as Tammy pulled away with her cherry red and white trailer in tow. A cheerful little loop of scarlet flags strung along the truck fluttered in the breeze.
    She slowed and stuck her head out of the window as she passed by, her Sandy curls peeking out from under a cherry-sprigged bandana. “See you back at Elkhart!”
    Georgie nodded. “Three days!”
    Jerry rolled along behind her in his monster black and gold RV, casting a shadow over them as he passed. Unlike Tammy, he had ditched the retro look in favor of cargo pants and a t-shirt with the Johnny B. Goode logo. “Bye girls!” He pointed a finger at Georgie and grinned annoyingly. “Keep those sales targets up, now!”
    Georgie choked back an unladylike reply and merely smiled coolly, which simply earned her a laugh.