Barlume 9x1 | I Delitti Del

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.

"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!" I Delitti del BarLume 9x1

The victim was a high-stakes real estate developer from Milan who had been planning to turn the town’s beloved, crumbling lighthouse into a luxury "wellness hub." In Pineta, that was practically a motive for the entire population. Massimo sighed, wiped the counter, and served four

"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." Face down in the sand near the old

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.