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

then played a quick riff to get everyone’s attention.
    “You all know our favorite Rockabilly Princess, right?” the lead singer boomed.
    Everyone cheered, knowing what to expect. “Tam-my! Tam-my!”
    “Are you ready to give her a big welcome?”
    “Yes! YES! Bring her on!” More cheers.
    The cheers became appreciate laughter and wolf-whistles—from both males and females—as Jerry, dressed in gold as Conrad Birdie, emerged from the tent behind the band. He carried Tammy effortlessly, and set her down on the stage before jumping up himself and taking the mic.
    “As you can see, folks,” he said, grinning, “Tammy has managed to do herself some damage—she really did try to break a leg!”
    The crowd laughed and applauded, with cries of ‘Way to go, Tammy!” and “Go, Tammy!”
    “But,” said Jerry, “She’s not going to miss a chance to sing for you all. And I’m guessing that some of you will recognize the outfit!”
    “Ann-Marget!”
    “Bye Bye Birdie!”
    “Go, Conrad!”
    Jerry laughed and played to the crowd, waving Tammy forward to take a bow. “Are you all ready?”
    “Yes! Yes!”
    “Then let’s go!”
    The band launched into “Bye Bye Birdie”, with the crowd joining in enthusiastically and the girls flipping their swing skirts in sync with Tammy. Disobeying Jerry’s strict instructions to stand still, she did a sterling job of prancing about the stage, casting star-struck looks at Jerry while he mimed playing the guitar.
    Georgie had to force herself to look away, and when she did was shocked by the petulant jealousy on Jaxx’s face.
    It was a stark contrast to Tammy’s air of innocence and fun.
    She really did hate being upstaged.
    Scott, standing on the fringes of the crowd, caught her eye and nodded. He’d seen the same thing. Then he looked away, scanning the crowd.
    Georgie did the same, looking from face to face, and studying each of the vintage trailers carefully. Especially Layla’s.
    Was there really a threat to them all, somewhere in this crowd of fun-loving people?

Chapter 12
    After Tammy’s rousing reception by the crowd, Jaxx grew increasingly bad-tempered. Suddenly the attention was off the famous-and-beautiful Jaxx Saxby and focused on the retro crowd’s favorite Rockabilly Princess. By the time the tenth person had exclaimed to Jaxx how amazing it was that Tammy looked so much like her and enquired if Jaxx could sing and dance too, she was ready to rip someone’s head off. She did score a few points by hinting that she could well be appearing on Dancing with the Stars (murmured in a confidential tone with a coy finger to the lips and the warning: “but you didn’t hear that from me!”) but the reaction was not quite enthusiastic enough to sweeten her temper.
    She had no choice but to stick around for interviews with some of the retro crowd, but by the time the day’s events were drawing to a close her face was set in a permanent frown. She stomped across to Seth and Dom, taking final crowd shots as the sun went down, and told them that they’d better get back to base and start downloading so she could assess the quality of the day’s film before the next day, because God knew they had another huge day tomorrow and she was exhausted. With that, she swept a final fulminating glance over Layla’s long tanned legs in her form-fitting shorts, cast a killing glare at Tammy and Jerry carousing with the band, and hurried off to her car, taking Ella with her. Ella cast a look back at the others and rolled her eyes while miming tearing her hair out.
    Seth raised his eyebrows at Dominic. “Got enough, Dom?”
    “Enough for a whole show on the vintage scene alone,” confirmed Dominic, casting a wistful glance at the rowdy crowd jiving to 50s rock tunes. “Going to take us hours to download and back up.”
    “We’d better get moving then.” Seth pressed a few buttons on his camera and then folded the tripod and put the whole thing over his shoulder. “When