Congressional candidate Chip Gunn
figures he has the election in the palm of his hand. But when Gunn’s guard is
stabbed during a high profile fund-raising event catered by chef and amateur
sleuth Neil Marshall, all hell breaks loose.
vanishes and Neil’s assistant is left holding a bloody knife. Quickly, a lethal
mystery unravels and Neil and his friends learn that people in glass houses
don’t throw stones. They shoot to kill . . .
EXERPT 2~ Based on an ACTUAL PERSONAL EXPERIENCE
Nervous as I was, I could’ve prepared a six-course meal complete with sorbet between the fish and the meat. That reminded me of the time I was readying a meal for one of the Texas senators and Elizabeth Dole was the guest of honor. I was fixing a raspberry sorbet. It was the night after a huge job when all the wait staff helped put up the food and kitchen utensils. As I was allowing the sorbet to set, my little voice told me to taste-test the concoction. After having worked with a recipe so long, I often didn’t check it until the culinary delight was complete—and many times we were at the job site. This time I ran my finger through the raspberry sorbet in Perry Stevens fashion, and came up with a mouthful of salt. After spitting the mixture into the sink, I ran to the sugar and tested the top layer—salt. Someone had inadvertently dumped the canister of salt into the sugar bin thinking the travel container held just that—sugar. Angry as I was, I was grateful I’d come across the faux pas at The Kitchen and not shortly before we were to serve it to the good senator and the honored secretary of transportation.