Morte a Milano

At 21:03, a call from Via Galvani draws Inspector Luca Ferri to a polished study: a body with one precise shot, the garden window open, rain beading on the sill. Two spotless glasses and a half‑empty Barolo suggest a guest; a yoga class and a late arrival raise questions. As Milan hums outside, Ferri follows prints, money and conflicting timelines toward the truth—without yet knowing who planned the night.