A Measure of Murder
A Sally Solari Mystery
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- 125,00 kr
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- 125,00 kr
Publisher Description
In a stew of suspects and restaurateurs, trouble boils over in the second in Leslie Karst's tasty and tantalizing Sally Solari mystery series, A Measure of Murder
Sally Solari is busy juggling work at her family's Italian restaurant, Solari's, and helping Javier plan the autumn menu for the restaurant she's just inherited, Gauguin. Complicating this already hectic schedule, Sally joins her ex-boyfriend Eric's chorus, which is performing a newly discovered version of her favorite composition: the Mozart Requiem. But then, at the first rehearsal, a tenor falls to his death on the church courtyard—and his soprano girlfriend is sure it wasn't an accident.
Now Sally's back on another murder case mixed in with a dash of revenge, a pinch of peril, and a suspicious stack of sheet music. And while tensions in the chorus heat up, so does the kitchen at Gauguin—set aflame right as Sally starts getting too close to the truth. Can Sally catch the killer before she's burnt to a crisp, or will the case grow as cold as yesterday's leftovers?
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Engaging characters, terrific writing, and a savory blend of musical and culinary erudition build on the promise of Karst's series opener, 2016's Dying for a Taste. As if Santa Cruz, Calif., former lawyer Sally Solari didn't have enough on her plate helping manage her father's red-sauce Italian restaurant while overseeing the nouveau California Gaugin inherited from Aunt Letta her DA ex-beau, Eric Byrne, talks her into auditioning for his chorus's summer performance of Mozart's Requiem. Halfway through the first rehearsal, the talented but snarky tenor Kyle Copman takes a fatal plunge through a window. The cops say accident. Sally eyeballs the angle of the body and says murder. Whether extolling 00 flour, considering Mozart's unsung collaborators, describing the thrill of biking with a possible murderer, or explaining the fine points of will-writing, polymath Karst sauces her plot without masking its flavor. And she's a dab hand with the red herrings.
