Massimo sighed, wiped the counter, and served four bitters on the house. In Pineta, the more things changed, the more they stayed deliciously, dangerously the same.
"He was poisoned," Massimo noted, peering over Vittoria’s shoulder at the toxicology report later that evening. "But not by something sophisticated. It was botulino —bad preserves." I Delitti del BarLume 9x1
Commissario Vittoria Fusco arrived, looking like she hadn’t slept since the late nineties. She immediately banned the elders from the crime scene, which, naturally, meant they spent the afternoon spying through high-powered binoculars from the bar’s terrace. Massimo sighed, wiped the counter, and served four