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Al Roker - The Morning Show Murders

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Nobody can dish morning TV like Al Roker, whos seen every side of a business that looks good on cameraeven when sharks are circling inside the gleaming glass Manhattan media headquarters. Treachery abounds in Rokers riotously thrilling debut novelat once an ingenious murder mystery and a delicious behind-the-scenes look at network TV. As fact and fiction collide and the backbiting ignites, The Morning Show Murders will make you wonder: How much of this stuff is real?Network TV can be murder. Just ask Billy Blessing, famous for his smile, charm, and ability to survive the shark tank that is high-stakes morning TV. But though Billy has outlived his fair share of prima-donnas, his cooking segment on Wake Up America! is a staple of the American diet, and his Manhattan bistro is a mega-success, his career has just taken a very dangerous turn: His shows perky cohost, Gin McCauley, has launched into some brass-knuckles contract negotiations. A visiting Mossad agent is about to tell all on the air. And then the networks head honcho is murdered in his luxury apartment, and an ambitious D.A. decides that Billy is to blame.Forensics show that Gerry Gallagher was poisoned and that the fatal coq au vin came from Billys restaurant. Gerry had an impressive list of women in his black bookand a news assignment in Afghanistan had plunged the TV exec into the heart of a violent international secret. Now unsavory characters are coming out of the woodwork, and another murder strikes the shows inner circle. Billy knows that someones trying to frame him. He also knows that a ruthless international assassin has just arrived in New York City. And suddenly, for the most trusted guy on TV the ultimate career move is not about ratings. Its about staying aliveand stopping the next murder from becoming tomorrows breaking news.

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One of the few good things about modern times If you die horribly on - photo 1
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One of the few good things about modern times:
If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

K URT V ONNEGUT

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The big guy lumbered toward me, waving the cleaver. Weeping like a baby.

Take it easy, buddy, I said. No harm done.

I d-d-didnt mean to do it. I swear to God I didnt.

I hope not, I said, looking at the mangled, bloody mess hed caused. Why dont you give me that cleaver before you make this any worse?

Im a screwup, the big guy said. He was close enough for me to read the little name tag on his white coat. Eldon Something with Too Many Consonants.

We all have bad days, Eldon, I told him. Just hand me the cleaver.

He hesitated, then handed over the knife. He made a loud sniff to clear his sinuses, then used the sleeve of his white jacket to wipe the moisture from his eyes and the sweat from the rest of his face.

I was sweating, too. It could have been the heat from the television lights. Or the steamers. Or Eldons incompetence with the cleaver. Probably all three.

Im sorry, chief, Eldon mumbled.

Chef, I corrected him.

Oh, right. Chef.

Actually, its Chef Billy Blessing. If you recognize the name, and I sincerely hope you do, youll understand that I dont engage in a whole lot of on-the-job chef-ing these days, though I do run a popular restaurant on the Lower East Side in Manhattan, Blessings Bistro. (A New York magazine pick. Tops in food and service per Zagat, thank you very much.) I have a line of savory prepared meals (which you can find in the frozen-food sections of the better supermarkets). And theres a series of cookbooks (the latest of which, Blessings Best: Brunches, just went into a second printing, a New York Times Bestseller).

But people usually know me because Im on TV. My own show, Blessings in the Kitchen, appears on the Wine & Dine Cable Network, Thursdays at four p.m. EST, and, for reasons Ive never understood, repeated at two a.m. on Saturdays. I guess if you come home drunk, the first thing you want to do is turn on the forty-two-inch LCD and watch me cook. And, crucial to the whole Blessing mini-empire, Im a regular on Wake Up, America!, the morning news show airing weekdays on the Worldwide Broadcasting Company. Im the guy with the food features, interviews, and the joke of the day. Viewers tell me I remind them of a stocky Eddie Murphy, minus the mustache, the honking laugh, and the leather pants. I prefer to think of myself as a more accessible, less intense version of Denzel Washington.

They also assume, because our producer, Arnie Epps, has instructed me to keep a smile on my face whenever Im on camera, that Im always cheery. Im not. At the particular moment I am describing, in the midst of a disastrous trial run for a new Wine & Dine series, I was one hundred and eighty degrees from cheery.

I turned to survey the other nine inhabitants of the soundstage kitchen. They, like Eldon, were dressed in chef coats, with most of their hair tucked under white caps. Also like Eldon, they were all very young, the exception being a beady-eyed fortysomething gent who had the appearance and the odor of a greasy-spoon fry cook.

Theyd separated themselves by gender. A male with acne was staring at me with the goofy adoration of a dependent dog. Another was nervously rubbing a mustache that looked like anchovies attacking his upper lip. I spied a brown Mohawk partially tucked under a cap, the oily bottom spikes sticking out over the collar of his coat like the tail of a dirty bird. Yuchhh!

One of the very young womengirls, actuallychomped on gum. A pretty brown-skinned sister who might qualify as a supermodel trainee seemed more interested in protecting her long fingernails than in food preparation. A girl with a sallow complexion had little pieces of metal piercing her brows and ears, and every time she nodded her head, which was often, they caught the light and reflected it into the camera, causing a flare. God help her if she was ever trapped outdoors in a lightning storm.

Breakfast was obviously the most important meal of the day for a fourth girl, judging by the tattoo of a fried egg on her neck. A fifth, another black woman, was showing more attitude than Wanda Sykes but none of her humor.

All were supposed to have had at least an introduction to the preparation of food, but my guess was that they wouldnt have known how to toast up a Pop-Tart.

Is there anybody here who can split a duck? I asked.

The fry cook stepped forward. No problema, boss, he said, taking the cleaver from my fingers.

He approached the countertop chopping block, where three medium-size ducks rested. Two of them were picture-perfect. The third had an ugly gouged and mangled breast, thanks to Eldons halfhearted use of the cleaver. The ducks had been cleaned and were ready to be seasoned with salt and pepper, rubbed with olive oil, and then placed in a steamer with chopped scallions, shredded ginger, six tablespoons of dry sherry, and oil.

But first they had to be split.

Make it a good, clean whack, I told him.

Easy as spankin the baby, the man said. He drew back the cleaver and brought it down on one of the perfect birds. A clean severing.

Excellent, I said. Continue.

The man shrugged and raised the cleaver again. He removed the neck and wings.

Fine, I said.

But instead of stepping away, he raised the cleaver again and cut off a leg. Hed lopped off the other leg before I could shout Stop!

His brow furrowed in confusion.

The legs are supposed to stay on, I said.

Sorry there, boss, the man said. Guess Im kinda used to how we cut em at work.

Where would that be?

KFC on Forty-second.

Of course, I said. I turned to squint into the darkness beyond the lighted soundstage and called out, Lily, if youre out there hiding, may we speak?

The shows director and my coproducer, Lily Conover, moved past the camera crew and emerged into the light. Lily was a small, wiry woman in her forties, with highlighted blonde hair cut in a short fluff. She wore cats-eye glasses, a plaid shirt, tight black jeans, and cowboy-style boots made from the hide of some no doubt nearly extinct reptile.

Pretty ugly, huh? she said as I rested my arm over her shoulders and led her to the rear of the studio.

You think? Food School 101. A concept right up there with a singing cop show, Whos Your Daddy?, and Britney and Kevin: Chaotic.

The idea isnt totally awful, Lily said. But we needed more time. This bunch is the best we could find on such short notice.

These kids would have trouble microwaving soup, I said.

Theyd probably leave it in the can, Lily said.

And the so-called celebrity judges?

We turned to the table where the three judges sat, looking hot and restless. The most famous, an aging former sex kitten whose only lingering fame was due to her vociferous disbelief in global warming, was trying unsuccessfully to keep the unpopular, and some might say repulsive, insult comedian from invading her personal space. The final judge, a three-hundred-plus-pound food writer, was staring wistfully at the raw ducks.

Lets dump the concept and send this crew back to KFC and points south.

Rudy wont like that.

Rudy, I said, sighing. Why did we even consider his lame idea?

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