I picked this book up on a whim at a bookstore in Milan, and was surprised at what a found. It is not your typical murder mystery. It is more about the cynics and embittered inspector, the flooding on Florence, memories of WW2, and he crime doesn’t really pick up until the last 70 pages. I enjoyed it, but it dropped to 4/5 just because it ended so abruptly without a satisfying resolution and the crime, while solved, remains unproven. I guess I’ll have to buy the next book with promises to tie up the loose ends.