"The new novel in the irresistible New York Times bestselling Inspector Montalbano mystery series. A wave of refugees has arrived on the Sicilian coast, and Inspector Montalbano and his team have been stationed at port, alongside countless volunteers, to receive and assist the newcomers. Meanwhile, Livia has promised their presence at a friend's wedding, and the inspector, agreeing to get a new suit tailored, meets the charming master seamstress Elena...

On a gloomy morning in Vigàta, Giugiù Nicotra is found dead in the skeletal workings of a construction site-- a place now entombed by a sea of mud from recent days of rain and floods. Shot in the back, he had fled into a water supply system tunnel. The investigation gets off to a slow start, but all the evidence points to the world of construction and public contracts, a world just as slimy and impenetrable as mud. As he wades through a world in...

"In Game of Mirrors, Inspector Montalbano and his colleagues are stumped when two bombs explode outside empty warehouses-one of which is connected to a big-time drug dealer. Meanwhile, the alluring Liliana Lombardo is trying to seduce the Inspector over red wine and arancini. Between pesky reporters, amorous trysts, and cocaine kingpins, Montalbano feels as if he's being manipulated on all fronts. That is, until the inspector himself becomes the prime...

"Discovering the murdered body of a young woman, Sicilian detective Salvo Montalbano finds suspects in the victim's aging husband, a famous doctor, a missing admirer, an antiques dealer, a close friend, and a reclusive violinist." --

"Giovanni Trincanato has brought ruin to the shipyard he inherited from his father and when a worker he fires hangs himself on the construction site, Inspector Montalbano is called to the scene. In short order, the inspector loses his temper with the crass Giovanni, delivers a slap to his face, and unfortunately, it wont be the last he sees of Trincanato. Meanwhile, a mysterious schooner called Halcyon shows up in the harbor, seemingly deserted except...

In this, the most maritime of Montalbano's investigations, listeners will be struck by the change in the commissioner.

One night, Inspector Montalbano dreams of a stormy sea, which he knows represents unease and loss of control. The next day, a boat is found in the port of Vigàta and, within it, the body of a disfigured corpse. The waterfront has also drawn in an eighty-five-foot luxury boat passengered by fifty carefree souls and a somewhat

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"Still recovering from his gunshot wound, Inspector Montalbano is feeling the weight of his years, and of his solitude. He's getting softer, more introspective, and critical of his life choices. But if withdrawing from society has become natural of late, he'll soon be forced to interact with others, compelled to intervene as a web of hatred and secrets threatens to squeeze its victims to death. This is Montalbano's most unusual and challenging case...

"Montalbano receives an early-morning phone call, but this time it's not Catarella announcing a murder, but a man called Riccardino who's dialed a wrong number and asks him when he'll be arriving at the meeting. Montalbano, in irritation, says: "In ten minutes." Shortly after, he gets another call, this one announcing the customary murder. A man has been shot and killed outside a bar in front of his three friends. It turns out to be the same man who...

"La voce del violino" è la storia di una giovane donna assassinata, di un grande artista che vive da eremita e d'altro ancora. Soprattutto, è una storia di scambi: e Montalbano - delle cui vicende private rimaste in sospeso ne Il ladro di merendine seguiamo lo svolgersi - dovrà decidere se scambiare la propria esistenza per una nuova.

Un caso anomalo in cui il cadavere non spunta all'inizio, e Montalbano non ne è proprio il titolare, ma vi si intrufola. Troppe coincidenze lo spingono. Scava nella scomparsa di un finanziere truffatore, che si è portato i soldi di mezzo paese e dintorni, e poi del suo aiutante (due «teste parziali», di quelli che sanno tutto di denaro e non sanno nient'altro e nient'altro sentono). E la soluzione sarebbe una fuga banale, col malloppo sottratto...