Tammy : Vernon Farm Tammyverse Book 16   Chapter One By Shiraz Turvey Also available on Kindle

Chapter 1 Personal Banking

Saturday 11th August 2018 – one week before the wedding

Tammy and Maisie had arrived at their latest project, Vernon Farm, just outside Thurso in the Highlands of Scotland, to see a barn being dismantled.

The site foreman walked over.

“We arrived on site just before eight and something weird happened as we drove up the lane.”

“Oh?”

“We saw a helicopter over the barn, then it dipped under the trees and we lost sight of it. By the time we got up here it had flown off. My guess is that it touched down.”

“Was there any writing on the helicopter, did you see the pilot?”

“No and no, Miss Smart, it was small and white and that’s the best I can tell you.”

“Okay, thanks. What’s your progress looking like?”

“We’ll have the frame down by the end of today and we’ll start the excavating as soon as we’ve cleared enough of the site. I would imagine that the footings will be going in from Monday.”

“Excellent.”

“I will have more guys and gals on site from Monday to push this along. As the weather is good we’ll also make the maximum of the day, but it’s going to get very noisy up here.”

“I guessed as much, I suggested to Mary, in the farmhouse, that she went away for a few days.”

“Aye, we saw her leave this morning.”

Tammy made a note about the helicopter and knew she needed to make priorities but she had an appointment with Sarah.

The girls had very little more to do at the site, so they dropped into town to see Sarah.

Maisie wasn’t often seen in dresses but had succumbed to convention for her wedding dress, plus the one they were trying today. As they arrived at Sarah’s shop there were hall a dozen women in there, most of whom wanted to ask Tammy about their imminent wedding.

Sarah rescued them.

“Ah, girls, I know you’re busy – your dresses are in the store room.”

Tammy led Maisie past the counter and into the space at the back of the store. There were racks full of dresses, many of which had tags indicating they had been reserved for a particular purchaser, but Tammy’s and Maisie’s own dresses were on a separate rack.

She ignored the wedding dresses that were there, albeit under protective covers, and reached for the dresses they would be wearing when they were ready to leave their wedding reception at Cathy McPherson’s house.

Whilst the wedding dresses looked wonderful, they were really not the most comfortable dress to travel in. Cathy had suggested they bought matching frocks for their departure but that had been easier said than achieved.

The issue was that the girls had different body shapes, even without the potential for Maisie’s baby bump suddenly appearing. Sarah had proved to be a lifesaver once again with a pair of summer dresses from one of Tammy’s favourite designers.

Sarah joined them a few minutes later.

“I hope you like them?”

“They’re perfect. Maisie?”

“Yes, but when will we wear these again? How much are they?”

Sarah laughed. “They’re a wedding present from the designer!”

“Okay, so will they get worn again?”

“That’s up to you, but you do attend events in London, don’t you?”

“Probably next year?”

“So, Maisie, you could wear them next year at a summer event.”

“But not in Thurso?”

“That probably wouldn’t be a good idea!”

“Sorry Sarah, but until I have moved up here I had never attended a society event of any description and the only times I needed to be at an event I could wear my dress uniform – even when we met Her Majesty.”

“You didn’t have a new dress when you met the Queen?”

Tammy answered, after turning to Maisie to give a little shake of her head.

“It was a very private meeting and we weren’t seen by the public. So private that there won’t be a record of it. A uniform was very appropriate under the circumstances.”

“Oh, I see. Right, do you want to try these on? The shop’s busy so I suggest you change out here?”

Sarah disappeared back into the shop as Tammy slipped out of her skirt and top. Maisie hesitated then did the same. They helped each-other with the buttons.

Sarah returned. “They look lovely, but Maisie you need a white bra without any padding.”

“Sure, but I need more support at the moment and that’s not padding!”

“Okay, but please wear something lighter when you see me for the fitting?”

“Yes, Sarah.”

“Tammy, Cathy says you’re out of town on Monday, and you want to be here Tuesday lunchtime?”

“That’s right, but can we use my office please, for privacy and comfort.”

“Yes, if Joey can give me a hand setting it up? Are you sure you can get her into a dress?”

“Absolutely.”

- o -

Sunday 12th August 2018. Wedding day minus six

Tammy had planned a quiet morning in her home office whilst Maisie was elsewhere in the district with a fitness client.

Her first interruption was when her father, Richard, had arrived. She let him in, made coffees and invited him upstairs to the office. Tammy had barely had a chance to sit down when her phone rang.

“Hi Mary, I thought you had gone away for a few days?”

“I have, but I left some milk in the fridge in case you’re up there and there’s probably a few perishables there you can use? Oh, and it looks like I can move at the end of the week?

“Thanks Mary, you know that I’m not in a hurry?”

“Maybe not, but you can make your own arrangements now. I’ll see if I can rebook the removal van for early Friday. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

“Enjoy the break.”

Her phone rang again.

“Don’t forget you’re needed at two tomorrow for your dress fitting, Tammy!”

“We’re busy, Mum, we’re not even in town tomorrow. I have already told Sarah that we’ll see her on Tuesday and Cathy also knows.”

“But that’s not good enough!”

Tammy sighed.

“Mum, whose wedding is this?”

“Yours and Maisie’s.”

“Good. But who did I ask to assist me, to assist us?”

“Well, that’s immaterial, a mother is always involved.”

“Let me help you, I asked Cathy as I knew she would work with us instead of taking over and telling me what to do.”

“You are so ungrateful!”

“The decision has been made. Bye, mum, I’ll see you on Saturday.”

Tammy killed the call and put the phone down.

“You could have been a little kinder, Tammy?”

“Yes, Dad, but at least you didn’t tell her you were planning to visit me today?”

“She’d kill me!”

“Dad, I asked Cathy because I wanted to avoid Mum taking over like that. Perhaps I made a mistake doing it this way? The original plan would have had us thousands of miles away on a beach and mum would have been way out of her comfort zone. That way she would have been much easier to handle.”

“Well that plan was shelved. As it stands your wedding is in Thurso next weekend and Joan is now convinced you have deliberately thrown a spanner into the works! Clearing off to London wont help your argument.”

“I know, but once I explained the problem to Cathy we were able to move all our appointments to give us a completely clear day. We’ll be back lunchtime on Tuesday and I promise we’ll be around for the rest of the week.”

“Okay Tammy, but somehow that promise doesn’t sound like it’ll hold out. Let’s talk about this money?”

“Sure, the whole story?”

“Yes, from the beginning.”

“Dad, you introduced me to Aunt Bella four years ago.”

“I did, and then you saw her a few more times?”

“Yes, but Tammy saw her, not Tom, and it was more than a couple of times.”

“Oh, so she knew?”

“More than that, Aunt Bella identified me, who I was, when you went to find coffee that first time I met her.”

“Oh.”

“Now, you hadn’t told me that Aunt Bella was a trans lady?”

“No, Tammy, and how did you find out?”

“She told me, and told me a little of what she did. If you recall I attended Bella’s funeral on behalf of the family and her solicitor, Frances, asked me to go to her office a few days later. That was when she wanted to talk to me in private and to explain that all of Bella’s money had been distributed to charities.”

“So there wasn’t any money? I think I had a letter to the same effect?”

“There was no money in the will apart from the charity donations, Dad, but Bella had already sold her home and transferred a large amount of that into a savings account in my name. As I was a minor on the day that account was created by her solicitor, albeit seventeen years old, I didn’t control it but neither did it form a part of her estate.”

“I had assumed that her house had paid for her hospice care?”

“Perhaps that’s how she wanted it to look, Dad?”

“How did you find out?”

“I was supposed to get a letter five years after Bella’s passing, at which time her solicitor would release the funds to me.”

“In what name?”

“Tammy.”

“I see, so Tom couldn’t collect it?”

“Correct, and it would have been a way to persuade me to transition if I hadn’t already done so, giving me the funds to do so.”

“I see, you must have persuaded her that you were going to transition?”

“It wasn’t a certainty back then, Dad, but I used to spend all my time in London as Tammy except when you were around, and Paris for that matter. Bella paid for me to attend a few social events in Paris as Tammy.”

“I never knew.”

“Anyway, her solicitor, Frances, contacted me months ago to tell me that she was being made redundant so she would retrieve Aunt Bella’s paperwork and send that to me with the bank book. That’s been locked in a box since then.”

“Why hadn’t you opened it before now?”

“Because the five years wasn’t up, there’s still a year to go.”

“What’s changed?”

“My wedding, a new home, babies….”

“Babies? Oh?”

“Damn, sorry Dad, we were keeping that one to ourselves.”

“Twins?”

“Yes. Please, please, do not pass that on. We only found out two days ago that Maisie is expecting two, not one.”

“Okay, consider it sealed information, Now, Tammy, does this solicitor have a problem with the early access to the account?

“No.”

“Fair enough, so what is the issue?”

“Tax! I need to move the money, Dad, and I think I need to spend a large amount almost straight away.”

“Tammy, a few tens of thousands won’t be an issue?”

“It’s just under a million pounds, Dad.”

“Oh. That does change things. What were you going to spend it on?”

“A helicopter.”

“Ah, how big?”

“Big enough for a family and maybe a guest plus luggage? Not for commercial use.”

“And where would it be based?”

“With Smart Air nominally, but only available to myself and not for hire.”

“But would you keep it at Vernon Farm much of the time? I remember you saying how you needed out of hours access to a helo?”

“For that reason yes, it would be at Vernon Farm so it was available most of the time.”

“Would we get the maintenance?”

“I can arrange that directly with Jim, and it might be the better option.”

“Fine, what model are you looking at?”

“I have no idea, Dad.”

“Take a look at the Robinson range.”

“Okay, thanks, when are you going to get yourself airborne?”

“Flying myself? I really don’t know, Tammy, it’s never been on my list.”

“Or maybe that you don’t want to be available to ferry people, or maybe just one particular person, around?”

“I couldn’t possibly comment, Tammy.”

“Understood, Dad! Please don’t be surprised if I look at things the same way.”

Richard seemed to miss Tammy’s remark.

“Now, what about that call from Mary? Is she at the farm?”

“She was, but I have no idea who it it might have been in the helo?”

“Not one of your friends?”

“No, not that they would necessarily have told me? I have no idea right now.”

“I can ask the control tower at Wick Airport?”

“No Dad, thanks but unless something comes up I’ll just forget it.”

“Okay.”

Monday – Wedding day minus five

Tammy, Maisie and Suzie landed at North Weald the following lunchtime. They took a taxi to the Epping house, left Suzie there before Tammy and Maisie took the tube into central London.

Tammy had a distinct feeling that Bella had known exactly what she had been doing as the bank deposit was on an account at her own personal bank, the same one where her father had been a director.

They alighted, appropriately, at Bank tube station and walked into the closest branch, on Cheapside.

The girls approached a cashier.

“How can I help you ladies?”

Tammy took the deposit book and bank card from her bag, keeping the card in her hand in case it was needed.

“I received this account as a legacy and I’d like to transfer the money to my personal account.”

Tammy pushed the book under the glass partition.

“I see … oh. I’m afraid I will need a manager. Please take a seat.”

Tammy wasn’t surprised, and led Maisie to a nearby settee.

“How long will this take, Tammy?”

“No idea, but the book was issued in the Sawbridgeworth branch so I’m guessing there will be some cross checking.”

“Where’s that?”

“A little north of where we flew into, between North Weald and Stansted. My Aunt Bella was in a nursing home on the edge of the town.”

“I see.”

An older suited person took the girls into a side office some ten minutes later.

“Good morning ladies, I’m the duty manager.”

He wasn’t wearing an ID or name badge, Tammy noted, which was contrary to the bank’s staff rules.

He continued. “My apologies for the delay, but we needed to establish that this was a genuine account before we proceeded.”

“And have you now done so?”

“Subject to anything we learn now, Miss Smart?”

“Indeed.”

“This is, however, a substantial amount of money?”

“In cash terms, perhaps, but I’m personally worth about five million and my father, who is a former director for this bank, is worth more than me.”

“I see, my apologies but I was going to suggest our funds management service.”

“Understandable, but quite unnecessary.”

“Granted, do you have any forms of ID, Miss Smart?”

Tammy handed over the debit card that the original cashier hadn’t taken, her driving licence and her bank ID, marking her as a consultant to the international banking division.

One of the conditions of her father’s retirement over three years earlier was that the bank covered her university fees. Her father had been designated a consultant upon retirement, in case the bank needed his expertise in the future. Tammy, when younger, had travelled with her father during school holidays and for convenience had been designated as a travelling PA to him.

Tammy’s role then was to take minutes and submit reports, for which she received payment. The bank had considered Tammy as a potential future senior manager so for the last three years she had also been designated a consultant. Until today she hadn’t needed to produce it.

Although Tammy’s driving licence gave her name as “Tamara” everywhere else it was “Tammy”.

“I see. I apologise for the delay, Miss Smart, I will handle the transfer myself immediately.”

“Thank you.”

The manager left the girls in the room, closing the door behind him.

“His attitude changed, Tammy?”

“Yes, I have a feeling he has come across us before, probably my father,”

It wasn’t long before Tammy’s phone notified her of a credit to her account.

“Woah, oh, compound interest!”

“What do you mean?”

The door opened and the man returned.

“Your book, Miss Smart, we have updated it and now closed the account as we don’t offer that type of account any more. It seems there were additional deposits into the account plus interest, so the transfer was somewhat more than expected.”

Tammy took the items he had brought back, plus the deposit slip, showing £1.21m.

The door opened again and another gentleman arrived. Tammy rose and walked to shake his hand.

“Good afternoon Sir, it’s been a while.”

“And you, Miss Smart, have grown up a little. How is your father?”

“Still refusing to get a pilots licence although he owns a helicopter company!”

“And yourself?”

“A lowly student, Sir, but I flew myself down here and I’m about to buy a helicopter.“

“Oh to be young again, I hope you’ll consider working for us again, Tammy? Now, who is this young lady?”

“Oh, my apologies, Sir, this is my fiancée Maisie Staines.”

He shook Maisie’s hand.

“When’s the wedding?”

“Five days from now, and I upset mum by flying down here from Scotland as she thought we were going to a dress fitting!”

“I see, please, give my regards to your father.”

“I will do, Sir. Out of interest, did you just happen to be at this branch today?”

“Truthfully, yes, I try to visit at least one of our branches each week to speak to staff and customers. I’d call that a happy coincidence, Miss Smart.”

“Indeed, thank you, Sir.”

The girls both received a hug from the new arrival and shook the hand of the duty manager. Tammy dropped all the documents into her bag and ensured it was secure.

The made their way into the lobby before Maisie spoke.

“Okay, who was he?”

“The bank chairman.”

“And how did you know him?”

“I worked with Dad before I left school but I helped with some trading about four or five years ago that earned the bank a considerable amount of money. My reward was an apartment in the London Docklands.”

“By ‘considerable’ what did you mean?”

“Over time, somewhere in excess of a hundred million pounds.”

“Jeez, Tammy, that’s silly money!”

“It’s just numbers.”

“And the apartment?”

“Worth a million, I sold it some time ago and some of that money went into the trust that bought the house in Epping, some of the remainder bought our current home and there’s spare in another trust account somewhere.”

Maisie shook her head. “You move in some very strange places, Tammy.”

“Let’s take a walk, I think I need a coffee, then we can get the Central Line back to Epping.”

They found a suitable coffee shop by Liverpool St Station.

“So what are you going to do, Tammy?”

Tammy was interrupted when her phone rang.

“Yes?”

“Why are you planning to spend good money on a helo, Tammy?”

“Hi Krystel, because I see a need for one.”

“That’s fair enough, but why hadn’t you told us that you had passed your exams?”

“I have been a little busy with the wedding!”

“Look, find something else to do with the money. There’s a helo inbound to you. Midday tomorrow at Wick.”

“Is this from the Dude?”

“Tammy, there are all sorts of Dudes in this life. Actually, we didn’t thank you for sorting out Burgess?”

“No, I was blamed for not following instructions.”

“Well, it all worked out in the end and the management are happy.”

“Whoopee, Krystel!”

“Your sarcasm has been noted. When are you moving home?”

“A few weeks, the building work for the fitness centre started today. I have paid for Mary and her sister to have a few days in an Aberdeen hotel away whilst the worst of the noise is made.”

“That’s very considerate.”

“They also won’t see the extra underground facility.”

“Sensible, who are the site engineers?”

“They are cleared, and do government work, plus they are Scottish so the locals are okay with them. The plans have this subterranean space as a plant room to be fitted out later.”

“Okay, keep me informed.”

“Yes, Krystel.”

“One more thing, Tammy?”

“Yes?”

“There’s another of those large trawlers plotting a course along the twelve mile limit line north of Scotland then doubling back. Thing is, they haven’t got a factory ship visiting and aren’t putting into Aberdeen or Scrabster to discharge their load.”

“So they’re not quite inside UK territorial waters?”

“Correct, and they’re not fishing. It’s a flag of convenience but they are using Russian on board. Your Navy and Air Force know about them so you aren’t being tasked with anything.”

“Yet?”

“Correct, because, frankly you currently don’t have the resources. However, considering all the space you have just gained I would like you to consider hosting a drone facility to provide surveillance and intelligence. I’m sure you can dress that as a civilian operation?”

“Not that I know anything about drones, are we talking about the big things the military use as weapons platforms?”

“Yes.”

“That need a runway.”

“And radar, Tammy. We’ll help set that up.”

“I can’t do this on my own, Krystel.”

“Understood, but it’s a civilian operation isn’t it?”

“Okay.”

“Tammy, meanwhile, if you come across any intel, let us know please.”

“And pass it up the chain here?”

“Indeed.”

“Okay, Krystel, thanks for the heads up.”

Tammy put the phone down and picked up her latté.

“We need to get away promptly in the morning, I have a delivery at midday.”

“Oh, did I hear something about a helo?”

“Yes, and I think I know whose it was.”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“Not if it’s done properly.”

“Okay. What was the other thing she mentioned?”

“A possible project that probably won’t get off the ground.”

“Fair enough.”

“Maisie, are you okay with us moving to the farmhouse?”

“Yes, how soon are you thinking?”

“Any time in the next few weeks. We’re going to need to kit out the farmhouse?”

“Sure. But wouldn’t we just move everything from the house?”

“I’m thinking about letting it partly furbished?”

“Sure, but I like our bedroom furniture?”

“Likewise, so let’s order it again, Maisie? How many rooms are there?”

“Oh, there’s the master bedroom and four more good sized bedrooms plus one small one. There’s a nursery room next to the master bedroom. Mary only had two of the rooms set as bedrooms.”

“Let’s order three sets for now.”

She called Highland Furniture on Traill St in Thurso.

“How can I help you Miss Smart?”

“I’ve bought the farmhouse at Vernon Farm. I’ll sort the master bedroom out later but I would like to install three complete king size bedroom sets there as soon as possible.”

“Oh, I know the place. It was rebuilt in the eighties after a fire upstairs.”

“Oh, I hadn’t seen that?”

“The farmer’s family had grown a little so he made good use of the space and extended the building to the South, all very tastefully done.”

“That makes sense, there’s plenty of room in there for just the two of us.”

“Indeed, what style furniture were you thinking about?”

“I like the Swedish Beech finish but can we go for the simple pine set that you stock and stain it later? Function is more important than style for these rooms.”

“Certainly, and that can be done quicker than ordering bespoke.”

“Excellent. Apart from the beds we’ll need matching wardrobes, drawers, bedside cabinets. Can I see you tomorrow to settle up?”

“Indeed Miss Smart, but I will start talking to our suppliers now.”

“Thank you.”

Tammy ended the call but her phone pinged, she read the message then put it down.

“We’re needed.”

Tammy hailed a cab outside, it was easier than fighting their way onto and off the tube.

“No Name Club.”

The girls arrived there at four, the barman welcomed them.

“The colonel is running a few minutes behind you, what can I get you, Captain?”

Tammy checked quickly with Maisie then placed their order.

“Two plates of club sandwiches and two bottles of Highland water please. Can you put a single malt for the Colonel on my tab please.”

“Certainly, I’ll bring everything over.”

Tammy and Maisie walked over to the corner where they usually found the colonel, it was isolated enough for them to have conversations that were, most certainly, not to be had anywhere near members of the public .

Their iced water arrived and their sandwiches weren’t far behind.

They had finished eating and were on refills of their water when Sean MacTaggart arrived on his own and out of uniform. He gave both the girls a kiss then took his seat as the steward brought his Scotch over. Sean lifted it for a sip of his beloved Wolfburn before speaking.

“Ah, nectar, thank you Tammy.”

“My pleasure, I take it that you knew we were in town?”

“Yes, of course, which was opportune.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope.

“This is for both of you, but I don’t know what your married names will be?”

“We’re not changing them, Sean.”

“So there won’t be a Mrs Smart or a Mrs Staines?”

“Our mothers, of course.” Answered Maisie.

“Ach, so all change but it stays the same?”

“Indeed.”

“Do you have any updates for me? Tammy?”

“I can now fly civilian helicopters, and I won’t be responsible for my actions if my mother interferes again!”

“Are those two matters connected, Tammy?”

“Only occasionally, Sir.”

“I see. Maisie, do you have anything for me?”

“I’m having twins.”

“Oh, does that change your maternity leave?”

“I don’t believe so, but there is a small chance that it will need to start a little earlier. My midwife is going to keep a close eye on me.”

“Understood.”

“The contractors have started to build my fitness suite. The plan is that the facility should be operational before Christmas.”

“Is that relevant?”

Tammy took over. “The fitness suite will provide a public facing business on the site and this helps protect the rest of the Vernon Farm facility. The fitness suite was part funded by our intelligence friends in Westminster.”

“I see.”

“Sean, we have to ensure it looks like a civilian operation, a home and businesses. The secure operations there will happen in parallel but quite separate.”

“It won’t interfere with your duties?”

“No, although I will probably be a solo operative for a few months at the start of next year.”

“What’s happening with your lieutenant?”

“She’s finished her courses. I’ve given her two weeks leave, starting next week, to sort out her parents belongings and their house, whether to sell it or rent it out. I can’t spare the time to help her but Maisie’s father, Thomas Staines, has opted to travel with her.”

“I see, and then?”

“I would like to see her at Vernon Farm purely in a support role. I have a suggestion, Sir, which I haven’t brought up with Sir Thomas yet.”

“I see?”

“I would also like to clear Master Sergeant Thomas Staines to take charge of security at Vernon Farm, and to remain as an unofficial supervisor for the lieutenant.”

Maisie looked at Tammy. “Bring Dad to us?”

Tammy nodded.

“I reviewed his record after he effectively killed his own career. While he was in the regular army he was never cleared anywhere near the level that he would need for your site?”

“Colonel, he was corrupted by Marcus Wade and realised that too late. Someone wanted blood and went for him, it was a miracle that he kept his pension under the circumstances”

“Put this in writing to me and I’ll pass it on.”

“The fitness centre is being built with an apartment on the side, so outside the secure site. Those rooms were designated as site manager on the drawings but that’s an easy change. The existing barn on that site had a big enough footprint to accommodate everything we needed.”

“I see, You’ve been busy but you haven’t asked Commander Traeger for any specialist input?”

“Yes. Sir this site has to be a non-military site according to any visitors. It is much easier to ensure it looks like that right now, rather than try to disguise it afterwards.

“If I allow any military input to the design then it will quickly become an army site, that does not help with deception and would be damaging to relations with our intel partners plus our business interests.”

“You’ll still be a part of Broadsword, it will be a Broadsword location.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Oh, there was no trace of the helicopter at the farm last weekend. I consider the matter closed.”

“Understood, Sir.”

- o -

By the time they returned to Epping it was gone six. Suzie had done some simple shopping so they had milk for the the morning but was otherwise planning to order their evening meal from a local Indian restaurant.

“Curry, Tammy?”

“Sure, but a mix of mild and spicy dishes and two vegetable sides.”

“That may be more than we need?”

“Sure, but there’s now a small fridge on the Epic, we can empty the water and use that space for any leftovers, it’s potentially tomorrow’s lunch.”

“Mum wouldn’t have it at home so you’re welcome to it! What time are we leaving here?”

“Eight, Maisie and I need to leave early as we have some things to do. I suggest we take your car and leave it at the airfield ready for your return?”

“Fair enough, oh, Mum called, to make certain you were going to be there for your dress fittings tomorrow.”

Tammy laughed. “We won’t be in the shop, I would like the dresses to be a surprise.”

“She won’t like that.”

“Suzie, tough, she can have her moment when your wedding happens.”

“Seriously, sis? I’m happily single. You meanwhile get the first wedding and her first grandchild.”

Maisie started to giggle.

“What’s up?”

Tammy now also started to giggle.

“Come on, what’s the secret? Oh, grandchildren?”

The girls nodded.

“I’m having twins, but you must not tell her!”

“Oh, wow!”

“Suzie, promise?”

“Yes, but?”

“Promise!”

“Yes, Maisie.”

 
 
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The 17th book, All At Sea, is also now out! There's plenty more Tammy in the works - including Book 18 Tammy:Isolation and Book 19 Tammy:Nemesis. Book 20 is in production.
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