Like the other novels with Inspector Montalbano as protagonist, the present one was suggested to me by two news items: a horse found slaughtered on a beach near Catania, and the theft of two horses from a stable in Grosseto province, in Tuscany.
By this point I think it useless to say—but I’ll do so anyway—that the names of the characters and the situations in which they find themselves have been entirely invented by me, and therefore have no connection whatsoever with any actual, living persons.
Should anyone happen to recognize him—or herself in this story, it only means they have a better imagination than I do.