The Chinese Era, the year of grace 2005. He is Chief Commissioner at the Bologna police headquarters. He has a droll name which he seems a bit ashamed of (maybe he’s right about that), an ex prostitute girlfriend (but not really so ex), an unorthodox relationship with the powerful and supreme consideration for good food and the pleasures of life. His unbridle energy makes everyone love him. Almost everyone. Although he has the name (and surname) of the exquisite shiny, dark fruit in the famous blue and white jar, Amareno Fabbri is neither particularly sweet nor tender with those who do not respect the laws, or more precisely, the moral codes of a commissioner in a class by himself. This time, his squad is involved in looking for the anonymous sender of three threatening letters sent to him and his partner Marisa. The commissioner is convinced that the big guns in the city have something to do with it, because whenever he can, he steps on their fee. With the precious help of an old friend, now an important executive in the Secret Services, the commissioner’s sweeping investigation begins in the shadow of Bologna’s Two Towers. There are plenty of plot twists, quips, nosh-ups, urban meditations and, best of all, an unthinkable ending. Yes, because the writer of the mysterious letters is…