La lune de papier

Qui voulait la tête d'Angelo Pardo ? The question remains open. But because it's a large-scale figurine, this face that looks so much like a woman is no longer significant. And this very ambiguous posture of the cadaver... More than one policeman in Vigàta is laughing. Not Montalbano: crimes of passion are not really his cup of tea. Between the sister of the deceased, exclusive and sensual, and her mistress, feline and enchanting, the commissioner plays his investigation like a coin toss: both have enough affection for Pardo to test him, have too many nerves to keep him in the dark, and are far from leaving Montalbano indifferent. In the hands of these two women, the commissioner is ready to accept the evidence: the last man standing in Sicily is a good and easy man to deal with...