Emaline Banister couldn’t hear who was blackmailing whom in the women’s room at work. The holidays were approaching and she was distracted by the need to make a dish that everyone could eat, including the people with odd dietary restrictions. Besides, Detective Harry Jordan was still hanging around, and she wasn’t sure if he was attracted to her or still wondering if she was a murderer. When Mary O’Neill died at the party, after eating Emaline’s salad, she was once again under suspicion. But this time she knew she hadn’t done it.