Book description
He began swimming in slow, broad strokes. The sea smelled harsh,
stinging his nostrils like champagne, and he nearly got drunk on it . .
. 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, flipping back onto his belly and
looking over at the other. The person beside him didn't answer, because
he wasn't doing the dead man's float. He was actually dead. And, to
judge from the way he looked, he'd been so for quite a while.
Increasingly disillusioned with his government and the world in general,
Inspector Montalbano is considering retirement. 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 . . .
