The Scent Of The Night

Montalbano learned how hard it was to put on a wetsuit while in a dinghy speeding over a sea that wasn't exactly calm. Mimì, at the helm, looked tense and worried.'Getting seasick?' the inspector asked him at one point.'No. Just sick of myself.''Why?''Because every now and then I realize what a stupid shit I am to go along with some of your brilliant ideas.'When an angry octogenarian holds a terrified and lovelorn secretary at gunpoint, Inspector Montalbano is reluctantly drawn in to the case. It soon comes to light that the secretary's boss is Emanuele Gargano, the financial advisor who has recently vanished along with several billion lire entrusted to him by the good citizens of Vigàta. Also missing is Gargano's young colleague, whose uncle just happens to be building a house on the site of Inspector Montalbano's favourite olive tree . . .Ably abetted by his loyal and eccentric team, Montalbano returns for another delicious investigation served up in vintage Camilleri style.'The best company in crime fiction today' Guardian'Among the most exquisitely crafted pieces of crime writing available today . . . simply superb' Sunday Times'One of fiction's greatest detectives . . . utterly gripping' Daily Mirror