Turin. Fog over the rooftops, bells ringing in the rain-and a dead man.
Private investigator Vittorio Bellandi doesn't believe in coincidences. The death of old Alessandro Morelli smells of more than just water and fate: it smells of guilt, of blood, and of letters that someone desperately wanted to burn.
As Bellandi digs deeper, he opens doors that would have been better left closed. His trail leads all the way to America-into a past filled with violence, racism, and a secret society that once originated there and is now reawakening in the shadows of Turin.
Because some letters don't burn. They wait.
An atmospheric crime novel full of suspense, history, and moral depth-for everyone seeking the light in the darkness.
