Cold smoked

What would you expect at a seafood convention in Seattle? A lot of cold fish? Certainly not a red-hot murder . . . and another hopeless case for detective Jane da Silva to solve. Jane--who can only collect on her trust fund by investigating for her family's nonprofit Bureau for Righting Wrongs--is broke and back to singing the blues (professionally). She's belting out "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" in the convention's hotel lounge when a young woman turns up murdered in the hospitality suite bathtub. Is this a crime of passion among fish lovers? Jane quickly agrees to help the girl's grieving parents investigate their daughter's life and death. Now she's knee-deep in slippery suspects and in a stew about following the most attractive one, a Shetland Islands salmon farmer, back to his castle. But in for a penny, in for a pound (of cold smoked, of course), she's about to sniff out a bizarre secret that can rock the salmon industry and reel in a killer . . . or a lover. She just hopes they're not the same man.