The key, Murdoch realized, was the name scrawled on the dead man’s palm: ffmpeg .
As the man was led away, Crabtree picked up the now-silent hard drive. “So, sir… what happens to our season seven in the future?”
“Trans-what?” Brackenreid grumbled, chewing his cigar. “Speak English, Murdoch.”
“This film has been ‘transcoded,’” Murdoch said to Inspector Brackenreid, who had reluctantly come down to the morgue.
