A bad early morning after a sleepless night, then a stupid quarrel with Libya, right at the airport. But Montalbano just met her, vacation is ahead... It’s not easy at the commissariat either - he’s overwhelmed with paperwork. The day started out typical and boring. However, there was also anxiety: Montalbano could not forget what he saw in the morning from the terrace of his house. Death of a seagull. The seagull didn’t just fall like a stone onto the coastal sand, it circled, clumsily flapping its wings, as if it were performing a death dance. How to explain this sign? What follows is a chain of events, like a thriller film starring... Montalbano himself and his friend and colleague Fazio. A new case. And this time it’s not just work, not just a professional approach. This is a meeting with real fears, the risk of losing someone truly close.