Look, at this point, if Jessica Fletcher shows up in your city, just assume someone’s getting murdered and it might be you. You see that gray-haired legend with the trench coat and the suspiciously convenient dinner reservations? That’s the Grim Reaper in kitten heels. And in Murder, She Wrote: A Body in Boston, Jessica decides to bless Beantown with her particular brand of chaos, accompanied by our cranky doctor king Seth Hazlitt and everyone's favorite fast-talking PI, Harry McGraw. Aka the walking embodiment of “What if Sam Spade had a New England accent and commitment issues?”
It starts innocently enough. Jessica’s in town to give a totally normal, non-murder-related lecture at the Boston Public Library, which of course means we’re about six pages from a corpse. Harry’s wrapped up in a blackmail case involving a pharma CEO and something shady with a miracle drug, but when bartender Cookie (yes, COOKIE) asks Jessica to check out his daughter Aileen’s sketchy boyfriend, you know the other loafer’s about to drop. And oh boy, does it drop. Like, blood-splattered-girlfriend-entering-the-bar level dropping.
Aileen showing up at Gilhooley’s looking like she just ran through a slasher flick is exactly the level of drama I want in my cozy mysteries. Jessica’s barely halfway through her shepherd’s pie when Aileen bursts in, crying, covered in blood, announcing she just found her boyfriend murdered. And instead of doing something reasonable like, I don’t know, calling the police, she goes to the bar. The bar. Not even her own apartment. And the thing is... it kind of makes sense? If I found a dead body and my dad was Cookie, I’d go cry on a barstool too.
Now. Let’s talk about Gilhooley’s for a second, because this is not just some random cozy bar with a murder problem. This is the same Gilhooley’s that is focused on in Gilhooley’s Is History and kept popping up throughout The Law & Harry McGraw. That’s right. We’re not just revisiting a location. We’re cracking open a full-on Murder, She Wrote multiverse moment. Harry McGraw basically lived in this bar. It’s where he growled out cases and looked suspiciously hot doing it. So when we walk back into Gilhooley’s and Cookie’s behind the bar like no time has passed? It’s nostalgic, chaotic magic. I screamed. Out loud.
What follows is classic MSW chaos. Jessica, Seth, and Harry team up like the Mystery Solving Avengers, with Jessica doing her genteel interrogations and Seth casually threatening to run people over with his medical license. Harry is somewhere between helpful and off-the-rails. His subplot with the pharma case is its own rabbit hole of corruption and corporate coverups, and if you’ve ever thought, “What if this cozy mystery suddenly got a dash of The Insider?” then buddy, you are weirdly specific but in luck.
The character work here is tight. Cookie is ride-or-die dad material, and Aileen walks the perfect line between traumatized and tough. Seth and Harry’s bickering evolving into a tentative bromance? A surprise gift. The banter is sharp, the pacing’s breezy, and Jessica continues to give “retired teacher” energy while casually outwitting half the Boston PD.
I did clock a few scenes that slowed the roll a bit. Mostly the pharmaceutical rabbit hole. But then Jessica would drop a one-liner, or Harry would storm into a crime scene like he owns the place, and all was forgiven. It’s all vibes, baby.
This one is especially delicious if you’re a Murder, She Wrote TV girly who lives for callbacks, city-hopping chaos, and Jessica solving murders like it’s Sudoku. You can totally read it as a standalone, but longtime fans are going to be screaming (in a good way) every time a familiar name or setting drops. This book’s got fan service in all the right places, and if you know, you know. Four stars and a big ol’ Boston baked crime for this one.
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