He began swimming in slow broad strokes. The sea smelled harsh stinging his nostrils like champagne & he nearly got drunk on it... In a fraction of a second Montalbano realized hed struck a human foot. Somebody else was floating right beside him & he hadnt noticed. Excuse me he said hastily flipping back onto his belly & looking over at the other. The person beside him didnt answer because he wasnt doing the dead mans float. He was actually dead. & to judge from the way he looked hed been so for quite a while. Increasingly disillusioned with his government & the world in general Inspector Montalbano is considering retirement. He is starting to feel his age & even his favourite restaurant has closed. But when he bumps into a dead body during a bracing swim his detective instincts are aroused once more. Particularly when the most likely identity of the victim is a man already long buried.. .