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.

In the sleepy, salt-crusted town of Pineta, the morning air was usually filled with the scent of espresso and the rhythmic grumbling of the "four horsemen" of the BarLume. But today, the atmosphere was as stiff as a day-old focaccia. I Delitti del BarLume 9x1

"A foreigner, Massimo! Face down in the sand near the old pier," Gino wheezed, adjusting his glasses. "And he’s wearing a tuxedo. At 8:00 AM!" But today, the atmosphere was as stiff as a day-old focaccia

The investigation swirled around a local "farm-to-table" dinner held the night before. The four elders, acting as self-appointed undercover agents, spent the night "interrogating" the town’s grocers, mostly by complaining about the price of artichokes until someone cracked. "And he’s wearing a tuxedo

In a classic BarLume showdown, the fisherman confessed, not out of guilt, but out of pride for his "deadly" recipe. As the handcuffs clicked, the four elders sat back at their table, arguing over whether the developer deserved to die for his greed or for his poor taste in wearing a tuxedo to a beach town.

"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."