EXCERPTS FROM the SILVER SISTERS MYSTERY "A CORPSE IN THE SOUP" A CORPSE IN THE SOUP - BOOK 1 | Page 4

A Corpse in the Soup
Manicotti’s face turned beet red. “He’s where? He’s what?
But that can’t be. He’s a Gourmet Gladiator. He’s due on stage at
the Kitchen Coliseum in ten minutes. We can’t hold up the show
for him.”
“You don’t understand Mr. Manicotti,” he squeaked. “The
man is dead as a mackerel. D-E-A-D. He can’t come to the
Kitchen Coliseum, he can’t cook on your show, and he’s not goin’
anywhere except the morgue.”
Large patches of sweat appeared on the producer’s shirt. His
eyes bulged and his mouth opened and closed like a carp out of
water. “You’re sure? You touched him? He’s dead?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m still on his set. I’m about to call the police, the
medics, the swat team, the FBI, I don’t know what all. I’ve never
seen a corpse in a soup bowl, ya know.”
Manicotti’s massive jaw went slack. “Wait, Hal,” he shouted
into the phone. Then, looking around, he cupped his hand over
the receiver and lowered his voice. “I’ve got an idea. How would
you like to make a cool ten grand? Under the table, right now?”
“What are you talking about, Boss? I gotta get off the phone
and call the cops. What do you want me to do?”