"Since when is it a crime to be invisible?"
So said the sullen suspect seated across from Detective Marino in the precinct's main interrogation room. Marino was a 20-year veteran of the force, so he was used to hard cases, but nothing in his experience had prepared him for confronting an empty prison jumpsuit. At least the suspect was in handcuffs, which theoretically prevented him from disrobing and getting up to any mischief, but it was still disconcerting that they were suspended in the air in front of seemingly vacant shirtsleeves.
"Umm, well, it's not a crime in and of itself," Marino began. The suspect didn't let him finish.
"So if it's not a crime, why are you holding me?" he hissed. "What's the charge?"
"That... is what we're here to figure out."
