There\'s only one Auntie Poldi: bewigged, cursing in Bavarian, and knocking back a wee shot of grappa as a pre-breakfast aperitif .
But when a priest clad in Gammarelli and a Vatican commissario with an almost unholy level of.
Strange dealings are afoot in the Apostolic Palace--a nun leapt to her death shortly after participating in a seemingly routine exorcism. or is there? No one is as they seem (and sound) in this hilarious new mystery featuring Sicily\'s sultriest sleuth. . .
There\'s only one Auntie Poldi: bewigged, cursing in Bavarian, and knocking back a wee shot of grappa as a pre-breakfast aperitif