Free In Good Hands: Book 5 Georgie B. Goode Gypsy Caravan Cozy Mystery by Marg McAlister Page A

Tammy mimicked a Jaxx hair-flick that had Layla snorting into her tea. “She can’t claim that I’m copying her, can she, when I’m obviously Ann-Margret?”
    “Yeah, like Ann-Margret’s eyes were ever that shade of green.”
    “No, but Jaxx’s are. How much do you want to bet hers are contacts too?”
    “No bet.” Georgie laughed and shook her head. “Love your work, Tams.”
    Tammy swung her feet, casting a regretful look at her bandaged ankle and her feet, encased in yellow ballet slippers. “Jerry wouldn’t let me wear heels.”
    “Nor should he,” Georgie said with some asperity. “I hope you’re not even thinking of dancing.”
    “Just a shimmy or two,” Tammy said evasively. “Anyway, Jerry will be there to catch me.” She paused, her grin spreading even wider, waiting for Georgie to catch on.
    Georgie looked from her to Layla, both with identical mischievous expressions.
    Then she got it. “You’ve talked him into being Conrad Birdie, haven’t you?”
    “Yup. Gold suit and all. And the guitar. But we had to spray-paint an old one.”
    “How did you get hold of a gold suit?”
    “Costume place in town. Don’t forget, I had plenty of time to plan. I asked the vintage crowd a month ago to come here for an impromptu rally. They jumped at the chance to be on Jaxx Saxby’s show.” She laughed. “I thought at the time that it would be fun to dress up as Ann-Margret because she reminded me a bit of Jaxx, but it was only after meeting the famous Ms. Saxby I realized she’d probably be furious. Especially since Jerry will be my Conrad Birdie.”
    Georgie sat down and accepted the polka-dot cup and saucer from Layla. “She’ll hate you forever, you realize that, don’t you?”
    “And your point is?” She and Layla grinned at each other.
    Georgie gave up. “You two. You’re like the terrible twins. Always coming up with something.” Then she suddenly heard her own words, and set her cup down in the saucer with a rattle.
    Twins.
    Right now, Tammy could pass for Jaxx’s twin –and Jaxx’s future had a threatening black cloud over it.
    What if Tammy was mistaken for Jaxx?
    Layla half rose out of her seat. “Georgie? What is it?”
    She looked at Tammy, someone who had become closer than a sister. If anything happened to Tammy…
    Yesterday’s crystal ball reading swam into her mind: Jaxx, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and the reflection glaring back.
    Things were coming to a head, and Tammy, thanks to her ability to play any character she wanted, was right in the firing line.
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    The film crew stayed at the RV park all day, in and out of trailers, filming dancers and singers, and grabbing whatever clips and sound bites they could—which meant that Georgie was on tenterhooks the whole time. Luckily, Tammy had already planned to stay out of sight and rest her ankle until it was time for her piece.
    “Don’t worry, Georgie,” she said quietly after Layla had disappeared to talk to Seth. “Just taking a header out of that trailer yesterday was enough. There’s someone nasty around Jaxx, and I’m not taking any stupid risks. Jerry can’t get here until just before we go on, but I’m staying put.”
    “I’m going to call Scott anyway,” Georgie said. “It only needs us all to be distracted at the same time by the camera crew needing something, or Jaxx wanting a sound bite, and someone could get to you.”
    Once Scott arrived, she felt calmer. “Stick with Tammy,” she told him, before rushing off to liaise with the retro crowd and tell them more about the TV series. “Both before and after her piece—although Jerry can stay with her afterwards.” Then she re-thought that. “On the other hand, dressed as Conrad Birdie, he’s going to be swamped. No, stay with her.”
    “Good as done,” he said, and made his way to Layla’s trailer.
    Finally, at around two in the afternoon, came the moment they’d all been anticipating.
    The band announced the end of a set, and