40 years after the death of the world-famous writer, the body of a fbi agent is found on his estate. Has the impulsive writer and passionate coarse deildejager here his hands in the game?
Mario conde is back. Eight years after his voluntary farewell to the cuban police, he entangled the love of literature in a criminal case, as the time melancholy, sometimes rebellious cop to regular service times has not experienced. At the finca vigia near havana, where ernest hemingway spent the contemplative part of his otherwise eventful life, a body is excavated. The forty-year stay in the stately garden has hurt their condition considerably, yet there is no doubt that the early fbi agent with two balls has been forcibly requested from life to death and the two of which come from a pistol, which once part of hemingways opulent weapon collection was.
A spicy case for the local regulators who quickly remember that their ex-colleague mario conde deserves his transparent arrival now as a writer and antiquarian and has always had a special interest in the idiosyncratic guest worker. However, condes ratio to hemingway is cleaved, because its worship of the famous literacy is becoming poorly with the declared aversion to the "coarse and failing, obscene and drunk, self-evident and coarse-pissed americans". Nevertheless, he absolutely wants to prevent hemingway posthum from being held responsible for a murder that he could not commit.