Commissario Brunetti sat in a cafe at the Piazza San Marco. It was a Thursday early in the Morning,and he had a little time before he had to head to the Questura. The chair creeks as he sits down, and he orders a coffee and leans back, watching the people pass on the piazza with a relaxed gaze. The Italian was used to see many tourists, it was Venezia after all.With each year they became more numerous, but now that early in the Morning only residents of Venezia were going after their business.