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

Jaxx is in that kind of mood…”
    Georgie rolled her eyes at Scott and sighed. “We’d better go too; keep an eye on her. I’ll have a word to Jerry to make sure he doesn’t leave Tammy’s side.”
    Scott’s lips twitched as he looked at Jerry, sitting with a proprietary hand on Tammy’s knee. “I don’t think there’s any danger of that. I’ll go now, follow Jaxx along the road.” He put a hand on Georgie’s arm. “And while you’re busy looking after everyone else, don’t forget what I said. Be careful.”
    He didn’t elaborate, since Seth and Dominic were still in earshot, but Georgie nodded. It was nice having someone concerned for her welfare. “I won’t. I’ll be following you as soon as I tell the others I’m going.”
    “OK.” Scott walked off at a rapid clip, his eyes on Jaxx’s red car backing out of its parking spot.
    Layla looked undecided, looking from Georgie to her friends whooping it up as Happy Hour got underway.
    Georgie saved her. “You stay, Layla, and help watch Tammy. I’m not going to feel comfortable until she gets back to being a blue-eyed blonde, instead of a Jaxx Saxby clone.”
    “Are you sure…? Thanks, I will.” Happy to be with her gang, Layla made a beeline for the band.
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    Jaxx had taken off like a bat out of hell, with Scott in hot pursuit, and Georgie could see neither vehicle on the road ahead as she turned out of the gate. Typical of Jaxx, she thought, thinking of the way the other woman ignored the 5mph signs around the RV Empire. She appeared to be completely self-centered. It wasn’t really surprising that someone was out to get revenge—but who was it, and for exactly what?
    While she drove, she ran through the information that she and the rest of her team had unearthed. Crystal Ball Investigations was, she thought, a bit of a misnomer: all she had seen in the crystal ball so far were a few images of Jaxx and a house on the cliff. Although, to be fair, that had led to Layla asking Scott about the house, and they now knew that it was part of a shoot where Jaxx had fired three people.
    And there was her own conviction that the person after Jaxx was a woman.
    The women in Jaxx’s life, she thought… Lilli and Ella, neither of who particularly liked her, but put up with her to further their own careers. Then the two women who were fired: Courtney, the personal assistant who became too attractive to keep around—of all the stupid reasons—and Mel, the girl doing publicity who got back at her by sending out less-than-flattering promo shots. That made four. She thought briefly of Jaxx’s three schoolteacher sisters, but that just didn’t feel right. They were all married with families. What motivation would they have for chasing Jaxx around the country and wreaking mischief?
    She entered the outskirts of Elkhart and turned towards the huge RV Empire lot, still thinking. It wasn’t likely to be Lilli. She had been inside the trailer with Seth and Tammy when the step had been moved.
    That left Ella, Courtney and Mel. Unless she was completely on the wrong track and it was someone she hadn’t even thought of.
    No, she thought immediately, her heart giving a giant thump. She wasn’t wrong; she felt it. It was one of those three, but which?
    Ella had access to the motorhome and Jaxx’s private quarters, and would know every movement that Jaxx made. She could also move freely around the RV Empire; with her Goth looks and clothing, she stood out. But she was a hairdresser—she could, presumably, make herself look like Jaxx if she wanted to. It would have to be a wig, though, because she couldn’t change her hair color from black to auburn in a hurry… could she? Or could you buy spray-on colors?
    No, that would be too time-consuming. It would have to be a wig.
    She sighed. Ella just didn’t feel right.
    Her thoughts turned to the other two. First, the publicist—Mel. From what Seth had told Layla, it sounded as though she and Jaxx had clashed before