There isn't supposed to be murder on Mars. That is an Earth custom, a sense of the old barbarism from our planet of origin. The body was found in the old tunnels, it had become freeze dried where it had been stashed.
"Tell me again how this was found."
"Varne Warren226 backed a sledge into the wall there, and we saw a hole."
"What were you doing down here, past the 3K markers?"
"Rat hunting, scrapping."
"They say these tubes here are haunted!"
I could see how someone would think these were haunted. Gloomy, unlit. Frosted. These were the old warrens and access corridors, bored through the Martian rock.
When I looked at it, I involuntary shuddered. Lights from our headlamps slashed and raised monstrous shadows.
"Have you touched the body, moved anything?"
"No sir."
"Hmmm" I could see that someone had.
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