He loves to drink and eat, he loves beautiful women and he loves his hometown. Marco Manente, the most politically incorrect cop on the entire police force, runs into a chain of mysterious and savage homicides that bloody the calli and the campielli of Venice. The victims have little in common as to age, profession and sexual inclinations, but they are all foreigners. That means catastrophe, a diplomatic emergency for the world-famous city on the lagoon. The superintendent, known for his lack of diplomacy but an extraordinary sleuth, has the police commissioner breathing down his neck. Venice absolutely cannot be labelled a dangerous city and it is essential to identify as soon as humanly possible the sadistic killer who brutally attacks the unwitting tourists. Of course, the media goes wild with gory details and hypotheses. With only scarce clues but a great deal of intuition and thanks to a profound knowledge of the far off and current events in Venice, Manente manages to hypothesize an incredible motive that sets him off on the trail of a cutthroat completely above suspicion and always one step ahead of him. Before bringing his efforts to a successful conclusion, he will put the most illustrious Venetian families under the microscope, collect information and evidence by every possible means, especially illegally, and he will almost be fired. Of course, between a step forward and one backward, he never lets a chance slip by to enjoy a quick shot or a glass of good wine in the right places, or to court a lady bewitched by his eyes, the colour of the Venetian canals.