It all begins with the theft of a supermarket's receipts. A chain reaction follows, resulting in a snowball of crimes with serious repercussions.
The forensic expert Pasquano is working while there is a strong smell of blood around him. He is as strict, contentious, and unbearable as ever, but more careful than ever before. There is a palpable atmosphere of intimidation. One senses that there is a guided criminal plan, organized coldly, cynically, with audacity, in a dark place where political power coexists and intertwines with the underworld and the Mafia, with flaws, mistakes, or even with the dynamic coexistence of some authority responsible for upholding the law. Montalbano, who scrutinizes the details and has a precise instinct for the scene, is not accustomed to the restrained warmth of hypocrites and the cautiously indifferent superiors. He knows more tricks and counters deceit with deceit, with particular cunning...