Chapter 36
Mars, Pohl Station
Barefoot tracks on the surface of Mars didn’t make much sense. Worse, the victim had clearly died where the body was left. We’d gone out expecting a body dump, but he had bled out right there on the surface of Mars.
After a careful approach, the others stood with me, looking at the tracks in the Martian sand. One of the forensic techs had shared a view filter which highlighted the disturbed sand. Using the filter the footprints glowed red and yellow, leading off across the Martian surface, climbing up from the valles.
Barefoot. On Mars.
It looked like someone had actually managed to do what the colonists had been working toward for generations, a person capable of living outside without an environmental suit.
Except that it was a rock hammer to the foreh
