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

Earth. Zoom in, and see if you can see some creeks and streams.”
    “Not for an area that wide. We could be searching for days." Scott looked up from the map, pinched his nose and blinked a couple of times. "Danny said he found a thumb drive in the back of a drawer, and he's going to get back if there’s any extra information on that. That might help. Meanwhile…” he glanced back the map before folding it roughly, “… since we’ve got nothing else, let’s find out where the dead center of Kentucky is and head for that.”
    “Good as anything else.” Layla had started tapping away her keyboard as soon as Scott spoke. Any plan was better than none. If Scott’s mother had said the center of Kentucky – fine, the center of Kentucky it would be.
    "Here we go. The geographic center is Marion County. Let’s get going.”
    “We can grab some breakfast and a cup of coffee to go in Marion.” Scott glanced up at the gradually lightening sky. “There’s sure to be a diner open early along the way. I’ll just let Danny know where we’re heading.”
    He hit speed dial, had a brief conversation with Danny, and then yawned. “Ready to go?”
    From the back seat, Layla’s voice sounded. “Wait, I found something else. We could be on the right track here. Look at this.” She passed her tablet through to Georgie. “Just south of Marion, there’s this long strip of land – see? They call it the land between two lakes. So we’ve got two of the things your Mom was talking about, Scott.”
    “Ye-es.” Georgie felt doubtful. She handed the tablet back. “But Scott’s mother said to look near running water, not lakes.”
    "Hang on a minute." Scott drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his face a study in concentration. "Marion County. Something sticks in my mind about that area between the lakes…wasn't it originally between rivers? Can somebody look that up?"
    "For a guy that comes from the other side of the world, you know a lot about our wilderness areas,” Georgie said.
    Scott shrugged. "I've been over here almost two years, in and out of training courses with National Parks and Forests—you get to find out a lot about the different state forests.”
    There was a pause, and then Layla spoke. “You’re right, Scott. That land is between man-made lakes—they were originally the Cumberland and Tennessee Rivers. Go to the top of the class.”
    “They’re not likely to be in the actual recreation area,” Scott said. “Just down that way somewhere – it’d be their own property, I’d say.”
    Tammy’s phone dinged, and she checked her messages. “Another three names from Danny…he said they might help.” She scrolled through her email, and then sucked in a breath. “Look at this. There’s a couple living south of Marion—Jack and Sarah Smith.” She glanced up. “I wonder…they’ve got a farm of some kind, or property.” She read out the address. “Worth checking?”
    Jack and Sarah Smith . The moment she said their names, Georgie’s pulse started to race. She bent down and picked up the crystal ball, resting between her feet.
    Layla shoved her tablet through the gap between the seats so Georgie and Scott could see it. “Look at this. They live right down near that strip of land I was talking about. Between the lakes. Or rivers, depending on how you look at it.”
    “Jack and Sarah Smith. An alias?” Scott mused. He glanced over at Georgie as she unwrapped the crystal ball. “Georgie? Are you getting something?”
    “Yes.” She put up a hand in a ‘shush’ motion. “Give me a minute.”
    The tension the truck grew as she closed her eyes and focused on the names. Jack and Sarah Smith . Immediately, the crystal ball began to feel warmer. Georgie didn’t bother looking at it; she simply let images flicker into existence into her mind.
    A couple in their thirties, she’d guess: a big guy in a checked shirt; a woman with dark hair dragged back in a no-nonsense pony tail. Two kids…