. . . Ah dove Sconsigliato t'inoltri? In queste mura Sai, che non è sicura La tua vita
Where are you going so rashly? You know that within these walls Your life is not safe. -- Lucio Silla Mozart
for Christine Donougher and Roderick Conway-Morris
When the doorbell rang, Brunetti lay supine on the sofa in his living room, a book propped open on his stomach.
Though his boat lay in the shallow waters, its scorched masts just breaking the surface, Giulio Bottin was not there, nor was his son Marco, eighteen years old and already part owner of the 'Squallus,' which lay burnt and dead at the bottom of the harbour of Pellestrina on this suddenly chill springtime morning.
Investigating the lack of a building permit for Commissioner Brunetti's apartment, a young bureaucrat uncovers a frightening secret and promptly dies from an apparently accidental fall; investigating his death in turn, Brunetti is drawn into a world of drugs, loan-sharking, and corruption.… (more)