It was always the smallest things, Mudd thought as he shifted to the next bloody footprint. Broken glass glistened in the light of his spell and the blood glowed a brilliant purple. He focused on every detail, looking for something to give a hint of the killer besides Tormil-style nineteen inch boots.

When he spotted a fleck of yellow bobbing in the glowing blood, he let himself smile slightly. Careful to avoid spoiling evidence, he reach for his tongs.