Jessica Fletcher just wanted a quiet dinner. A seafood platter, maybe a glass of wine, and absolutely no bodies. But this is Cabot Cove, where murder shows up faster than the bread basket.
In Killer in the Kitchen, everything’s going great for local golden couple Brad and Marcie — they’ve opened the Leg & Claw, the town’s cutest new restaurant, and the whole place smells like success and garlic butter. Enter Gérard “Pepe” Leboeuf: celebrity chef, professional narcissist, and walking lawsuit, who opens a rival spot across the street and immediately declares war with a side of passive-aggressive risotto.
By the next morning, Pepe is dead in his own kitchen — stabbed, scandalized, and marinated in his own ego.
Brad, naturally, is suspect number one. He had motive, opportunity, and a very public meltdown with the victim. But Jessica’s not buying it — especially once she starts digging into Pepe’s long list of enemies: ex-employees, betrayed investors, sabotaged protégés, and at least one food critic who would’ve happily deep-fried him.
What follows is a deliciously chaotic tour of cutthroat restaurant rivalries, stolen recipes, inflated egos, and enough culinary drama to make Top Chef look like kindergarten snack time. Jessica, as always, quietly dismantles every alibi with that terrifying smile and the ability to turn casual small talk into a full confession.
You don’t need to be caught up on the Murder, She Wrote series to enjoy this one — it works perfectly as a standalone. But if you’re a longtime fan, you’ll appreciate the local flavor: Mort bumbling around like this is his first murder, Seth Hazlitt side-eyeing everything, and Jessica solving the case over coffee like it’s just another Tuesday.
3.5 stars. Killer in the Kitchen is messy, mouthy, and absolutely worth the reservation. Come for the food, stay for the murder, and never underestimate a woman who can pair wine with motive.