The Fog Ladies: In the Soup (A San Francisco Cozy Murder Mystery)

Product Description "Humorous and compelling."New York Journal of Books The Fog Ladies are back, in the third installment of this endearing cozy murder mystery series. "There was a man in the soup." When the Fog Ladies volunteer at a San Francisco soup kitchen, these spunky elderly friends plus one overworked young doctor-in-training envision washing and chopping and serving. Not murder. Now the soup kitchen is doomed, and the mysteries have just begun. Was the death rooted in a long-ago grudge? Can they save the soup kitchen? Will they find the killer? Could the Fog Ladies, too, end up "in the soup"? Review Age cannot slow them down. Their love and caring of each other is a testament to this humorous and compelling tale, offering a delightful addition to this cozy series.--New York Journal of BooksBeautifully crafted... A fun-filled cozy mystery for all to enjoy.--Midwest Book ReviewSophisticated and nicely crafted... A smartly written cross between women's fiction and cozy mystery. --Reading is my Superpower BlogThis has all the ingredients to satisfy: humor, a dash of romance, a colorful cast of characters and a charming [dog]. The Fog Ladies: In the Soup is a whodunit to savor.--The BookmongerKeeps readers guessing with an entertaining whodunit as twisty as San Francisco's famed Lombard Street! ...Another outstanding puzzle in this superbly crafted cozy mystery series!--InD'tale Magazine From the Inside Flap "Poor Boris," said Harriet Flynn. "I hope he's all right." "Yes, that poor little dog. He must have seen the whole thing. Oh, dear. Oh, dear," said Alma Gordon Enid Carmichael's own dog, Snowball, would be mighty upset if he saw her topple into a soup pot. Well, maybe not upset. Maybe more interested in the soup. Mrs. Carmichael had been in intensive care once for a whole week, and when she returned the dog showed how much he missed her by eating her "Get Well" fruit candies. He had diarrhea for days. Boris sounded more distraught. "I told the soup kitchen I would come back this afternoon to help them clean up. I said we'd all come. It's too big a job for the two of them, and they're pretty shaken," Frances Noonan said. Just like her to volunteer them all, Enid thought. "Of course we'll come," Harriet Flynn said. What was it now with Harriet Flynn? She was suddenly as much a do-gooder as Frances Noonan. "Oh, dear. I don't know if I want to see that big pot," Alma Gordon said. "What about the soup?" Enid Carmichael said. "No Big Pot Soup Contest? The judges aren't coming? "There was a man in the soup," Frances Noonan said. "But he must be gone now," Enid persisted. About the Author Susan McCormick is an award-winning author and doctor who lives in Seattle. She graduated from Smith College and George WashingtonUniversity Medical School, with additional medical training in Washington, DC and San Francisco, where she lived in an elegan tapartment building much like the one in the book. She served as a doctor for nine years in the US Army before moving to the Pacific Northwest and civilian practice. She is married and has two boys. She loves giant dogs and has loved Earl, an English Mastiff, and two Newfoundlands, Edward and Albert. Visit her at susanmccormickbooks.com.