EXCERPTS FROM the SILVER SISTERS MYSTERY "A CORPSE IN THE SOUP" A CORPSE IN THE SOUP - BOOK 1 | Page 16

wiped a dab of caramel-colored sauce from her chin. Godiva
gobbled up the heavenly scampi and boldly asked for another
serving.
She cleaned her plate and batted her lashes. “Chef Romano,
you can cook in my kitchen anytime.”
Romano smiled, and looked as though he was about to say
something when the camera cut to a commercial.
As the show came to a close, Romano stared in horror at the
man in the African tunic who grabbed his stomach and fell to the
floor in a slow motion break dance. A plate of scampi and
mushrooms crashed beside him and the large woman in the
bright muumuu collapsed on top of it.
A drenching cold sweat slicked over Godiva’s skin. She
panicked when her stomach cramped in painful knots and the
room swam before her eyes. The pounding in her head was more
than she could bear. Her last conscious thought as she sank to
the floor, landing face down in a puddle of mushroom sauce, was
that the studio’s lush burgundy carpeting didn’t feel as luxurious
as it looked.