In this mountain village, autumn smells of smoke, coffee… and something worrying.
Signora Penelopa bakes pies so good you forget everything in the world. Signora Nicoletta gathers herbs and brews tinctures that clear not only the mind, but also the past. But when the first corpse is found in their quiet village, the elderly signoras understand: comfort no longer saves anyone. The carabinieri are stuck in a dead end and flail around like leaves in the wind. And the grandmothers? The grandmothers brew coffee, cut off a piece of pie, and start investigating. Because in their village, people don’t search for the truth in official reports— it’s baked into a pie, infused with rosemary, and caught in the rustle of falling leaves and in conversations with people.
The bitterness of murder— the sweetness of the pie.
An autumn story for those who know: the most dangerous secrets hide behind the most cozy windows.
Hurry and open the book before the coffee cools… and before the evidence disappears.