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.
“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.”