9x1 - I Delitti Del Barlume
Massimo Viviani, the reluctant barista-detective, was nursing his own existential crisis when Pilade, Ampelio, Aldo, and Gino burst in. They weren't there for their usual card game; they had a body.
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.
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. I Delitti del BarLume 9x1
"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."
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. But today, the atmosphere was as stiff as a day-old focaccia
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.
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. "But not by something sophisticated
"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!"
