Auntie Poldi can think of no finer place to wait for death than Sicily. All she asks is a sea view, fine wine (and plenty of it), and her family close around.
When death instead takes her handsome young friend Valentino - and under mysterious circumstances at that - Poldi will not take it lying down.
Perhaps it's in her blood (her father was a detective chief inspector); perhaps it's a diverting excuse to spend more time with men in uniform; or perhaps it's just the promise she makes to Valentino while holding his poor dead hand.
But Auntie Poldi's hunting instincts have never felt more alive. Justice must be served - if it's the last thing she does . . .