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

somewhere, stashed away out of sight. The thought panicked her. She’d honestly thought that if Jerry was close by, she’d sense it. She’d know.
    She wasn’t picking up anything. If he was here, he wasn’t sending out any vibes.
    Georgie hoped that wasn’t a bad sign.
    “Ma’am?” Vincent prompted, still polite.
    Nothing ventured, nothing gained. “The sighting was mine, in a manner of speaking. I’m a psychic,” she said, which she thought might sound just a tad more authentic than a gypsy fortune-teller. It didn’t, judging by the swiftly camouflaged reaction on Vincent’s face.
    “You’re a psychic?”
    “Yes.” She omitted any mention of Scott’s mother’s contribution. An astrologer from Australia pitching in would sound too looney-tunes for words.
    “Are you saying that you had some sort of vision of your brother in Marion County?”
    “Not specifically,” she said. “I got the sense that he might be somewhere around the middle of Kentucky, and Marion happens to be the geographic center. We Googled preppers in the area, and found Jack, and he brought us to you.” She shrugged. “I already know how it must sound. But here we are, and considering that his last coordinates—well, the vehicle’s coordinates anyway—were in northern Kentucky, I’m not too far out.”
    “You hope,” he said.
    “That’s right. I hope.” She schooled her face into an expression of neutrality. “You don’t have to help. Jack probably knows more people he can ask.”
    “That I do,” Jack agreed. “But Vincent’s the most experienced.”
    “If you think we’re way off base, that’s fine,” she said, knowing her voice telegraphed that it was anything but fine. “We’ll keep moving.”
    “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help.” His phone gave two short beeps, and he extracted it from his pocket. “Excuse me.”
    He glanced at the screen, stared at it impassively for a moment, and then tapped out a short message, before putting the phone away again. “Sorry. People are always contacting me for advice.” He looked at his wife. “Can you make more coffee, Alice? Gary will be here in a moment.”
    Without saying anything, his wife got to her feet and drifted off to the kitchen. The perfect submissive wife. Not.
    Georgie turned her attention back to Vincent. “What would you suggest we do next?” She was on edge, every nerve ending humming. She didn’t trust this guy any more than his wife. The sooner they were out of there the better, but they had to give Scott and Tammy as much time as possible to check things out.
    Vincent stared at her, and meeting his dark, shrewd eyes, Georgie felt an icy tremor go up her spine.
    This was the one . Where her brother was, she didn’t know, but this was the man responsible for his disappearance.
    She waited until Vincent looked away before she tried to catch Jack’s eye. His face showed absolutely no emotion, but he jumped in immediately.
    “I think we need to divide our efforts. I’ll get in touch with a few people that I trust on the forum, to see if they've heard or seen anything. Vincent, you’ll know people that I don't. Can you do the same?”
    He nodded. “Will you all be going back to your place?”
    What, so we can all be sitting ducks? thought Georgie. No chance.
    “I can’t just go back and sit around,” she said quickly. “Jack, can you line up someone who will talk with us? You never know what I might pick up face to face.”
    Vincent looked skeptical. “How will that help you find your brother any better than a phone conversation?”
    “I can’t look into people’s eyes on the phone.” She stared at him challengingly.
    Vincent smiled smoothly and pointed two fingers at his own eyes. “So what do you see here?”
    “I see a man who doesn’t trust anyone,” she said quietly. “You think it protects you, but it could be your downfall.”
    For a moment something feral leapt at the back of his gaze, making her heart pound. Way to go,