Synopsis

The late summer rain is relentless, washing away every trace: that's why this time the crime scene is an indecipherable enigma. Only one thing is clear: whoever killed the still-unidentified woman did it with the meticulous care of a surgeon, using their sharp instruments to stage a death. Because death is a spectacle. Enrico Mancini knows this well. He's not a police commissioner like the others. He knows how to hide his pain, his fragility perfectly. He specialized in serial crimes at Quantico. He's a tough guy. If it weren't for that unspeakable weakness in gazing at the poor bodies, victims of the blind violence of others. It's a spectacle he can't get used to again. And that smell. The smell of hell, he thinks every time. So, Mancini rejects the case. He rejects the very idea that a serial killer is the one striking. Even though his instinct, after just one murder, is certain of it. And Mancini's instincts are right: with the second murder, the city is plunged into a nightmare. Cornered, the commissioner is forced to accept the investigation... and also accept the idea that he might not be able to stop the killer before his plan is carried out. Before the killer shows everyone—especially him—that this is how to kill.