He began swimming in slow, broad strokes . . . In a fraction of a second, Montalbano realized he’d struck a human foot. Somebody else was floating right beside him, and he hadn’t noticed. ‚Excuse me,‘ he said hastily. The person beside him didn’t answer, because he wasn’t doing the dead man’s float. He was actually dead . . . Inspector Salvo Montalbano is considering retirement. Everything – the government, the world – seems to be going to the dogs. He is starting to feel his age, and even his favourite restaurant has closed. But when he bumps into a dead body during a bracing swim, his detective instincts are aroused once more. Particularly when the most likely identity of the victim is a man already long buried . . . ‚Among the most exquisitely crafted pieces of crime writing available today . . . simply superb‘ Sunday Times ‚The best company in crime fiction today‘ Guardian ‚One of fiction’s greatest detectives . . . utterly gripping‘ Daily Mirror
ISBN: 978-1-5290-4380-8
