"No!" Salvo grabbed his arm, his eyes wide. "Have you learned nothing from television? We just walked into a room without breaking and entering. Our fingerprints are on the door! If we call the police now, we look like the primary suspects. We are incastrati —framed!"
"You idiots," the investigator sighed, rubbing his temples. "We already knew the time of death was two hours before you arrived. You weren't suspects. But because you tampered with a crime scene and hid from the police, I have to take you both down to the station for questioning." Incastrati
Salvo and Valentino were the most reliable TV technicians in their small Sicilian town. Salvo was a true-crime fanatic, convinced that life mirrored his favourite detective shows. Valentino, on the other hand, just wanted to fix wires, drink his espresso, and avoid trouble at all costs. Our fingerprints are on the door
