I thought this was going to be a favorite. It starts out with Brunetti's wife Paola committing a crime--breaking the front window of a travel agency in the middle of the night and then waiting for the police to come. Of course it's awkward for her policeman husband. She says she did it because the travel agency was booking "sex tours" of exotic cities for pedophiles. When the man who owns the shop is murdered and there's a note about stopping the sex tours, both husband and wife get more publicity than is comfortable. But eventually the murder is related to a different crime (selling expired and fake medicines to third world countries) and we don't hear another word about the sex tours (the firm was very careful to stay within Italian law in their advertising). The murderer is eventually caught, presumably with evidence likely to convict and that's a change since so many of Leon's murderers get killed themselves before brought to justice or there's some other sort of poetic justice. There's not even poetic justice for the purveyors of sex tours and the fake pharmaceuticals. Leon's novels take a sophisticated POV on crime. Brunetti, the detective and even more his wife, have a solid sense of right and wrong, but the law doesn't really. It's like having it both ways which part of me disapproves of. I like mystery novels that restore goodness and righteousness at the end.