Peach Cobbler Murder by Joanne Fluke

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    â€œWhat is it?” Hannah asked, resisting the urge to yelp as Andrea’s nails dug into her arm.
    â€œThe chauffeur slipped on the ice when he got out of the limo and broke his arm. Doc Knight had to take him to the hospital, and now I need a substitute driver.”
    â€œBill?”
    Andrea shook her head. “He has to lead the procession in the squad car, and Mike’s out at the station filling in for everybody else.”
    â€œHow about Norman?”
    â€œHis car is all packed with photography equipment so he can take candids at the reception. You’ve got to help me, Hannah. I called the company and they’re sending a replacement driver, but he won’t be here for at least an hour. The newlyweds and their parents will be here any minute and I need somebody to drive them to the reception!”
    â€œAnd you want that somebody to be me?”
    â€œYes! I’m in a terrible spot, Hannah. Say you can do it.”
    â€œI can do it.”
    â€œBut can you, really?”
    â€œOf course I can. Too bad I don’t have the uniform. I could do it in style.”
    â€œI’ve got the driver’s cap,” Andrea said, pulling it out of the large carryall at her feet and clapping it unceremoniously on top of Hannah’s curls. “I grabbed it before Doc Knight drove him away. I just wish I’d thought to ask for his uniform.”
    Hannah laughed. She couldn’t help it. Andrea was used to getting her way and she’d think nothing of asking the poor limo driver to shed his pants and his jacket, and go off to the hospital in his underwear.
    â€œHe left the limo running and the keys are in the ignition. Go see if you can find something good to play for the drive out to the inn. They were supposed to provide music as part of the limo service. And I’ll open the door when the bridal party gets there. I don’t want to take a chance on losing another limo driver!”
    Hannah was chuckling as she opened the driver’s door to the white stretch limo and slid in behind the wheel. She’d never driven a limo before, but how hard could it be? She’d driven everything else on wheels or runners, including a tractor, a snowmobile, a powerboat, and a school bus. The only thing she hadn’t driven was an eighteen-wheeler and as long as she didn’t have to do anything tricky, she figured she could drive that, too.
    The wedding couple’s trip down the aisle was taking a while, and Hannah used the time to her advantage. She checked out the passenger compartment, opened the champagne bottle, and set out four glasses. There was a selection of music for them to peruse and Hannah picked something innocuous to put on the sound system until they’d made their own choice. She was just checking out the intercom and the glass partition that separated the compartments when the church doors opened wide.
    Hannah tipped the driver’s cap down low over her eyes and waited for Lisa and Herb to emerge. People were already lining up on the steps, preparing for the newlyweds’ exit. Once everyone was outside, there was a flash of strobe lights and then Lisa and Herb appeared at the top of the steps. They stopped for a moment to pose for a photo, and then they descended in a shower of rice and flower petals. Her partner looked happier than Hannah had ever seen her, and Herb almost missed a step because he was so busy admiring his beautiful bride.
    Andrea opened the back doors of the limo and Lisa and Herb got in. Marge Beeseman and Jack Herman were right behind them, and Hannah waited until Andrea had closed the doors before she keyed the intercom that connected her with the backseat. “Congratulations from Celebration Limos, Incorporated. You’ll find a complimentary bottle of champagne and glasses on the mini bar. That’s our way of wishing you a happy life together and many rides from Celebration in the future.”
    â€œThank