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

Her brother had always liked pressing her buttons.
    He moved on and she watched him follow Tammy’s trailer out of the campground and up the road, staring after them until they were out of sight, frowning.
    Disquiet curled uncomfortably within her.
    Layla touched her arm. “What’s up?”
    Georgie turned to meet her friend’s concerned gaze. “I don’t know. I just feel that something’s… off. Like I should run after Tammy and tell her to be careful.” She shook her head. “But careful of what? It’s just a feeling.”
    By now, Layla knew that if Georgie said she had a bad feeling about something, it was time to take notice. “Time to talk to the crystal ball?” she suggested tentatively.
    Georgie’s experiences with the crystal ball over the past few days didn’t give her much hope, but it was worth a go. Anything to quell this queasy feeling of almost-dread in her gut.
    “I’ll give it a shot. You keep packing up; I’ll come over when I’m done.”
    All around them, people were hitching up retro trailers, many of them to vintage cars. It was a casual process, with plenty of catch-up chats going on at the same time. As usual, everyone was reluctant to leave.
    Georgie, dressed in Boho pants and a drawstring blouse, ran up the steps of her caravan and closed the door against the noise of departure. She needed to concentrate.
    The crystal ball rested on its usual shelf, covered with Rosa’s old velvet cloth. “ Please ,” Georgie murmured as she moved it to the table and slid off the covering. “I need something …”
    She rested her hands on the globe and closed her eyes, thinking of Tammy and Jerry heading off on the road to Elkhart. Were they going to be involved in an accident?
    No, she thought, that wasn’t it. They were going to reach Elkhart safely, but what was in store for them after that?
    Under her fingertips, the crystal ball stayed firm and cool. Georgie concentrated harder, but her thoughts kept intruding, skittering around in her mind like nervous mice. Tammy, Jerry, Tammy, Jerry… they were her family, she had to be able to see what was coming.
    Nothing.
    Georgie opened her eyes and looked bleakly at the crystal ball, knowing what she’d see. Clear, cold crystal, gleaming in the bright morning light filtering through the stained glass windows. There was none of the growing warmth that she’d come to expect; no soft white mist that allowed messages through.
    If only Scott were here. Her mind filled with the image of his open, friendly face and smiling eyes the color of whisky in sunlight. He’d been gone for three weeks now after answering a call for help from a former work buddy in the Cherokee National forest in Tennessee. Thank goodness he was getting close to the end of his relief stint. She hadn’t realized how much she would miss his steady presence in her life until he was gone.
    She smiled, remembering his calm assertion at the rally back in California. We’re going to get married one day, but don’t worry about it now.
    Married to Scott… She had no idea how that was going to work, once his visa expired and he had to return to Australia, while she was tied up with the vintage trailer division of her father’s RV Empire back here. She could foresee lots of problems with sorting that one out.
    But right now he wasn’t here, and she still had the problem of what was going to happen to Tammy.
    She sighed and picked up Rosa’s velvet cloth to cover the crystal ball again.
    They’d be back in Elkhart in a few days. By then her great-grandmother would be climbing the walls with her enforced inactivity, getting crankier by the minute and making her grandson Johnny’s life a misery. She would probably welcome a visit…and maybe Georgie could find out what was going on with her crystal ball.
    A gypsy fortune-teller whose crystal ball was malfunctioning. What a joke.

Chapter 4
    Three days later, Georgie was making tea in Rosa’s compact little kitchen and was already, after