The mystery deepened as Sara Sidle discovered the victim wasn't murdered by a person, but by a pressurized seal failure—an "accident" that looked remarkably like an execution. The "Available" man was a whistleblower from a defunct Soviet-era tech firm, carrying a code that could turn the "Entertainment Capital of the World" into a dark, silent grid.
Catherine Willows walked in, snapping off a blue nitrile glove. "The trace from the vault floor came back. It’s not sand, Gil. It’s lunar regolith. Synthetic, but high-grade. Whoever was in that vault wasn't just a thief; they were a ghost with cosmic tastes."
As the clock struck midnight, the lights of the Strip didn't just flicker—they turned red. The ghost had left the door open.
"Case 366," he murmured, his voice a low gravel. "The 'Unavailable' victim."