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

we’ll be dead,” he said bluntly.
    “Now you’re showing some sense.” Vincent lowered the gun a fraction. “Sit on that chair and keep your hands where I can see them.”
    “I don’t believe this, Jerry.” Tammy made an expansive gesture of disgust and hitched herself forward on the sofa, looking as though she wanted to launch herself at her boyfriend. “The Johnny B. Goode RV Empire prides itself on ethical business practices.” She waved at Georgie. “Your sister and I have a really good name in the industry. Now you’re going to tell this—this crook where he can find the vehicles that we sold people in good faith?”
    Jerry had done as he was bid and taken a seat on the edge of a recliner chair. “It’s not so much about the vehicles. He wants to know where the bunkers are. The safe houses.”
    “Yes, that’s what he told me,” said Tammy with pursed lips and a reproving look at Vincent. She tugged off her cap and shook out her blonde curls, immediately looking more like a blonde bimbo. “I told him there was no way you would give them up.”
    Beside her, Scott said in a reasoning voice, “Tammy love, you have to be practical. We tried it your way to get Jerry back, and look what happened. You’re out of your league here. Just do the deal.”
    Tammy glared at him and then at Vincent. “Well, I don’t think—”
    “Just shut up, will you?” Losing patience, Vincent whipped around and took a step toward her. Tammy shrieked, defensively pulling both feet up on the sofa, looking up at him with scared blue eyes.
    “Not another word out of you. Go back home and play house with your pretty little trailers.”
    “OK, OK!” She bit her lip and her eyes filled with tears.
    Scott pretended impatience with her. “The sooner you do what you’re told, the sooner this will all be over. Can you just stop it?”
    “Yes,” she said in a small voice, not looking at him.
    I love that girl, thought Jerry. He never thought he’d find anyone who could play people as well as he could.
    Whoever the submissive girl sitting on the sofa was, it wasn’t the real Tammy.
    ~~~
    When Vincent stopped glaring at her and turned his attention back to Jerry, Tammy quickly checked on the position of everyone in the room. She didn’t want to shoot one of her friends by mistake.
    Beside her, Scott was ready: Tammy could feel it. She nudged him with her toe; and easy move with her feet up underneath her.
    Over on the other side of the room, Jerry looked defeated, but she knew that he too would be ready to spring into action.
    Georgie and Layla were covertly watching her. She hoped that Layla still had that stun gun on her.
    Now, she thought, and let one hand move toward her ankle, where the reassuring weight of the gun rested against her sock.
    Now .

Chapter 15
    Vincent kept the rifle trained on Jerry. “You’ve given us a lot more housekeeping than we would wish. Now we have to do something about Jack, and that’s going to provide us with quite a few problems. Not to mention your sister.” His eyes flicked to Georgie. “It’s a great pity your crystal ball didn’t tell you to stay at home. Clearly you didn’t get to see your future. Gary, would you kindly restrain Ms. Goode and her friend here?”
    Gary grunted and lumbered towards them, a bag of cable ties in one huge paw.
    Without waiting to be told, Georgie held out both hands, wrists together. Tammy watched closely, her hand poised near her ankle. Georgie was helping them?
    Almost immediately, she understood what Georgie was doing. As she sat forward, offering her hands to Gary, she partially obscured Layla. Tammy saw the quick flash of Layla’s hand dipping into a pocket, and then something in her hand sparked and crackled.
    Gary roared and collapsed like a house of cards, and the stun gun that Layla held crackled again. Vincent swore and lifted the rifle, aiming it directly at Jerry. “Alice!” he roared. “Gun!”
    While his attention was on Jerry, Tammy