Isaac Reyes
looked over the pile of material left from what used to be a patron of the
theater. Isaac looked over the statements he had gotten from them while the
crime unit did their thing. The scanners, no matter how advanced, still were as
big as an autoincinerator can. Fairchild did his thing with the scanner while
Isaac shook his head.
“What?”
Fairchild asked.
“These
statements. They’re all consistent. He was sitting in the theater one minute,
and then he turned into that pile of mess in the next.
Fairchild
shrugged as the scanner whirred over the sample.
“Huh.
That’s weird,” Fairchild said.
“What?”
“The
readout. Says that he’s decomposed. I’m reading several strains of bacteria
that break down tissues, but usually those don’t occur for days or even weeks
after someone dies. He can’t go from walking and talking to goo in a minute.
Isaac
scratched at his temple with his stylus. “You got a temporal flux scanner?”
“Um . . .
yeah. Running the scan, now. What are you thinking?”
Isaac
shook his head, not wanting to say until he knew.
The
scanner dinged.
“Yeah,
there’s a temporal flux field around the remains. What’s it mean?” Fairchild
asked.
“Someone’s
stealing time.”