
“Jessica's back to write a few wrongs.”
Jessica Fletcher, lecturing at a writers' conference, finds herself called on to solve the killing of a guest speaker, an arrogant Russian author who'd written a nonfiction, tell-all book about his tenure as head of the KGB.
This feels like settling into a familiar, comforting armchair with a warm cup of tea. It's a gentle, brain-teasing mystery, offering the satisfaction of clever deduction without any jarring thrills. The atmosphere is one of genial intrigue, perfect for unwinding as a beloved amateur sleuth unravels a knotty puzzle.









