Mud season. Hell for the comm

It is the last night spent for commissioner Casabona, in vacations for ten days in his house on the hills of Valdenza: Since his wife Francesca left him, his sleep is coming and only with a few glass of rhum can drown the insomnia. But at six o'clock in the morning, the bell sounds brutally. Who can be at that time? Of course the commissioner does not imagine that from there gradually will break the agents of his team together with Mauro Crisanti, who directs the criminalpol of Florence. With a search warrant. How is that possible? What is he suspected of? A smart look at the record reveals the most infamous of the charges: murder. It is time to act: so, while agents search the other rooms, Casabona falls from the room window before they can arrest him. When he learns that the victim is Dr. Marco Romoli, the man who took away his wife's love, it becomes evident that someone is trying to frame him. Thus begins a rocambolesca escape to save himself and his honor, which will take him to Naples, where an old boss will put him on the traces of a dense network of relationships with the camorra. But can you really trust your revelations? And there's still someone on his side between his team's men? To obtain freedom again he will have to cross desolate landes, populated by masks and false friends, and he will be forced to disassemble, piece by piece, the mud machine that has set itself in motion and wants to squeeze it, until you arrive to the great puparo that hides behind you.