The police department was an ocean of sounds, officers walking in and out, one-sided conversations, the occasional laugh. Shuffling through a small stack of photos, Hatchett thought back to when he was first assigned to the Martian police department. He had been manufactured military grade and assigned as security for the Lunar National Bank. He had excelled and after thwarting an armed robbery Hatchett had been sent to Mars. Knowing he would be supporting the police Hatchett watched a series of cop movies, dramas, comedies, buddy movies, and action flicks. Hatchett loved research and he took a deep drive into all things cop, the lingo, the stakeouts. Not eating food, Hatchett never understood the whole donut thing but he loved crazy boards.

When he moved to Enceladus after the war and joined the police force as a detective in Robbery/Homicide the first thing he did was build an old school corkboard. At first the other detectives laughed but after Hatchett’s high clear rate they grew to accept it as a charming eccentricity. Hatchett rolled out his board. A few eyebrows raised and Gertie in Archives rolled her eyes. Hatchett placed a photo in the center piercing it with an antique pushpin. It was a photo of Griffin, an old sheepdog in front of a barn with his owners, the Saturnines. They were well-known farm worker organizers and successful farmers . ChiChi Saturnine had slate grey spiked hair and an upturned nose, Judy Saturnine was pale as smoke with long silver braids and in the photo they were laughing with their arms around Griffin. He added the arson investigation teams’s photo of the Saturnines’ burnt barn with Griffin’s remains. He tied a red string to the pushpin in Griffin’s photo and linked it another in the upper left hand corner. Slowly Hatchett worked connecting the Saturnine arson to the suspected firestarters the Devlins and the security team of FlorCorp. He added photos of Red’s Bar, the Flamingo, and a handful of other small businesses rumored to be paying protection money to the Devlins. Next came the photos of assault victims who couldn’t or wouldn’t identify their attackers. He added photos of burnt farmhouses and stores, all recent unexplained arsons in Orchid Valley. Detective Ashley got up to take a closer look. Hatchett added images of vandalized farm equipment. Detectives Burns and Johnson walked over to stare at the web of red string. Hatchet began carefully unfolding a map. Doctor Ferrara of CSI wandered over from the detective unit break room with two jelly donuts. Every detective had encircle Hatchett’s crazy board.

“What gives? I don’t see robbery. I don’t see homicide.”

Hatchett pinned up his map of farmland owned by FlorCorp in green and indie farmers land in red. Hatchett’s hands blurred as he quickly added black map pins marking incidents of vandalism, violence, and fire. Red turned to black.

“Not yet, Doc, not yet. But soon.”

Detective Ashley said, “If something big is about to blow Enceladus needs to do something.”

“Or it needs to get someone,” added Hatchett.