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Having Sceletons in the Closet

Has Lojacono skeletons in his closet?
A key witness in a mafia trial has claimed that he was involved with the mafia … whatever. A subsequent investigation was unable to find anything incriminating, but to be on the safe side Lojacono was transferred from Palermo to Naples. At his new office, he was not welcomed with open arms and was relegated to a boring office job. He wouldn’t be able to do much damage there.

But Lojacono is a first-class investigator and picks up a lead when corpses start to pile up – somewhat outside of his actual work and without any real assignment. Of course he is successful and solves the case, but this does not help his popularity. That’s why his boss is so pleased when Lojacono is asked to join a new team in Pizzofalcone.

The police station in Pizzofalcone has a bad reputation. There was a scandal when it emerged that several investigators had embezzled drugs and acted as dealers in person. They all had more than little skeletons in their closets. An investigation revealed everything and the perpetrators were sent to prison. The police station was … almost empty – closure was imminent. Then they decided to give it one last try …

A new head of the police station was appointed and a new team put together. The team members are transferred – and they are all colleagues who have a bit of dirt on them. Whether they are overzealous investigators who sometimes use a little violence … Whether they are trigger-happy colleagues … Whether it’s … whatever. Lojacono finds himself in the midst of this team.

Two colleagues from the previous team also join them, who have been classified as safe following the investigation. Everyone has to come together for the first time … Not only do they face the suspicion of the police in Naples, but the fear that the police station could be closed after all still hangs over them. It all adds up to enormous pressure to succeed.

Of course there are murders – often family affairs. The investigation begins – and it soon becomes clear that Lojacono still has his brilliant intuitions and insights. The others join in and slowly a real team is formed that has to learn to deal with the terrible deeds.

The Pizzofalcone police station is located in the heart of Naples and its area of responsibility includes both part of the old town and neighbourhoods where wealthy citizens live. As it turns out, it is a base for a wide variety of crimes. Among other things, there are also a number of suicides, the circumstances of which have been observed by a team member for years. He is of the opinion that it is a serial killer – which he is not wrong about, even if nobody believes him at first and he investigates in his spare time.

Lojacono has to get along with everyone, whether it’s the computer nerd, the powerhouse, the colleague with connections … He is not the head of the police department, but he is responsible for investigating murders and other capital offences. Because of his alleged mafia contacts, he is sometimes viewed with suspicion within the team.

Private life?
He is divorced after having to leave Palermo and has a teenage daughter who has moved in with him, which leads to even more stress with his ex-wife. There are two women in his new environment who think he is attractive – and would like to start some sort of relationship with him. Lojacono is caught between two stools …

His private life and the private lives of his team-mates take up space and paint individual pictures of the protagonists. Their private activities naturally also influence the investigations. In each of the novels, a well-rounded overall picture is always drawn, which also reveals how the victims and perpetrators act and why such terrible acts occur. At the same time you get curious about the progression of the team’s private affairs. All ends well, or?

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a faint cold fear thrills through my veins ... william Shakespeare