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

a mirror… What did reflections tell you? Was Jaxx supposed to be looking deep into herself? No, that didn’t work.
    Could Jaxx be a twin? Was this all about some long-held family grievance?
    Well, when a crystal ball couldn’t come up with the answer, perhaps the Internet could. Georgie got up, pulled out a laptop from the drawer under her bed, and set it on the table. Whatever there was to be known about Jaxx Saxby, she would find out. And while she was doing that, she could get Layla ask a few questions when she finished filming her segment with Seth.
    She took out her phone and called Layla. “Hi. It’s me. Are you still going to shoot that segment with Seth, or are they going to postpone?”
    “I’m here with him now. He said he can shoot a few fill-in shots with Tammy later.”
    “I’ll make this quick, then.” Georgie told her about the repeated visions, and the new one with the mirror. “I know it doesn’t give us much to go on—but can you ask Seth if a grey stone house on a cliff, with the sea behind it, means anything to him? And Jaxx by a lake?”
    “OK, can do. Anything else?”
    “Just get him talking, if you can.”
    “Should I tell him where this came from?”
    Georgie hesitated. Her instincts told her that Seth was trustworthy. “If you like. Play it by ear. I think he’s OK.”
    “He’s coming over now. Catch you later.” Layla rang off.
    Georgie opened the door of her caravan to let the sunlight stream in, just in time to see Jaxx’s sleek red car roar by. Speak of the devil… Georgie hissed in irritation. Dammit, how many times did she have to tell Jaxx to drive slowly around here?
    She glared after the car, watching a mother hastily seize her child by the collar and drag her back out of the way, yelling something after the car and pointing to the speed limit signs.
    It seemed she’d have to have a few sharp words with Jaxx.
    She shook her head and booted up the laptop. Time to start digging.

Chapter 9
    Seth and the second cameraman, Dominic, had Layla walking from one trailer to another while they conferred, exchanged cryptic comments and checked the position of the sun and drifting clouds.
    “Can you move over there and stand near the door of that pale blue trailer?” Seth glanced at the sky and motioned to the other cameramen. “Dom, better get the reflector. We’re going to need it with that cloud."
    Dominic disappeared in the direction of their truck, discreetly hidden at the back of the workshop, and came back unfolding a large floppy disc, silver on one side and white on the other.
    Seth pondered for a moment, his finger on his chin, glancing from Layla to the surrounding trailers. “No, change of plan. I think we'll get a better result if we put you over here. The colors work with what you’re wearing.”
    He posed her in a chair with a polka-dot slipcover and positioned a vintage radio and some old magazines at her elbow on the dainty table. "Okay, I think that'll work. Let’s do a sound check.” He winked. “Make sure that it's turned on.”
    Layla was beginning to feel like a pro at all this. She pulled the power pack out of her pocket, flicked the switch to on, and stuffed it back again. “Testing one, two, three. This is Layla talking to Seth.”
    Seth gave a thumbs up. "Loud and clear. Let's kick off with you talking about how you became involved with the Johnny B. Goode RV Empire. From there we’ll segue into how popular these vintage trailers are, and how you managed to grow the business."
    "I don't know that it's all that accurate to say that I grew the business," Layla pointed out. "I'm just one of the road team. The RV Empire has different road teams, for different RVs."
    "Yes, but Georgie says that you're a super-salesperson.” He looked at his watch. "After I shoot this one, we’ll wrap it up for the day so Dom and I can go and process today's lot. You start talking, and I’ll hold up a hand if I need you to stop. If you get tongue-tied or you need