Synopsis: Death, Taxes, and Baseball On Mars

"There are no accidents in mining towns. Only greed, jealousy, or some other sin transformed into an ugly death scene. The nice thing about investigating a murder on Mars? No native wildlife to pick the bones apart. The bad thing? Liquids vaporize, and that damned wind carries off any possibility of traces being left. Oh yeah. And spacesuits don't have fingerprints to leave behind, either."

(sounds very Blade Runner-ish, but obviously I can't use this paragraph during November now... )