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

the incident that led to her being fired. She had sent out unflattering photos because she wanted to get back at Jaxx.
    Would being fired be enough to make her stalk Jaxx?
    And then, Courtney: the assistant who was too attractive to keep around. Fire your competition and jeopardize a whole shoot. Good one, Jaxx. Would that girl be mad enough to haunt Jaxx’s footsteps?
    Would any of them be likely to mistake Tammy for Jaxx, and target her instead?
    This was all beginning to make her head ache.
    She drove up the side street to the Platinum Customer Care entrance to the RV Empire, admiring the effect of the sunset reflected in reds and oranges from dozens of windows of RV windows in the background as she leaned out of the window and punched in the code to open the gate.
    There was nothing else for it: she was going to have to take Jaxx into her confidence. If the woman decided to turn all this into a big publicity stunt, there was nothing Georgie could do about it. Better to be safe than sorry.
    Then, as she drove up toward Scott’s camper, a scream sent everything else out of her mind. She saw Jaxx in the door of her motorhome, her hands to her mouth, and Scott running to her from his truck.
    No, she thought. No.

Chapter 13
    Georgie parked her truck askew in front of Scott’s and raced after him.
    Jaxx’s face was pale, her eyes panicky. “Quick! Oh, hurry!” She disappeared inside, Scott launching himself up the steps after her.
    Her mind in a whirl, Georgie followed close on his heels.
    Inside, Ella was on her knees watching Trixxi, who was trying to get up and wobbling on unsteady feet before collapsing again, her bright eyes moving rapidly. A small pool of vomit lay in front of her feed bowl.
    Scott hunkered down next to Ella, reaching for the dog. He tipped up her chin and looked at her eyes, and then lifted her into his arms. “Trixxi, girl. What’s the matter?” he said softly, gentle fingers stroking her.
    “What’s wrong with her? Is she having a fit?” Jaxx clutched at his arm. “We need a vet.”
    “We do.” Scott shot a glance at Georgie, and although his face was calm, there was pure fury in his eyes. “It looks like she’s been given a bait.”
    “A bait?” Jaxx stared at him, aghast. “Who would poison Trixxi? She so good, she doesn’t make a sound. She doesn’t annoy anybody , not like some dogs I’ve seen in RV parks.”
    “It’s not Trixxi they’re after, Jaxx,” Georgie said. “I think it’s you. Trixxi is just a way to get at you.” She ran a finger over Trixxi’s fluffy topknot, feeling the little dog’s head tremors. “Poor little thing.”
    Jaxx’s mouth dropped open. “What? After me? But why?”
    Georgie could think of a dozen reasons, but forbore to say so. “The day we did a reading, I sensed that there was trouble coming for you.” That was putting it mildly, but the last thing they needed was Jaxx in hysterics. “Somebody is not happy with you, Jaxx. I didn’t want to say anything until I could find out more, but now—” She looked at Trixxi, who after giving Scott one half-hearted lick had sunk into lethargy. “This could be a warning, or a threat.”
    “Here. Take her for a moment.” Scott handed the dog to Georgie and turned his attention to Jaxx. “Do you have any small plastic containers? Or zip lock bags?”
    “Uh. Yes…” Jaxx looked at him uncomprehendingly. “Why?”
    Scott pointed at the dog’s vomit. “We’ll take this in: the vet might be able to tell what she’s ingested.”
    Jaxx’s nose wrinkled, but she nodded and opened a cupboard to grab a box of zip lock bags. “How could they do this? Trixxi never hurt anyone. I never hurt anyone.”
    “Can it, Jaxx,” Ella said crossly, getting to her feet. “You hurt people all the time, or make them angry. You’d fired three people just before I started, had you forgotten that? You’re always losing your temper.”
    “I am not! Don’t you say that about me!” Jaxx almost flung the