Teclos examined every millimeter of his house for any kind of clue: boot marks, blood, stolen items, drag marks... anything he found useful.
He followed the boot tracks outside, along with two lines carved into the soil, no doubt from Saldia being dragged away by one of them.
The trail was messy, broken by dirt, stone, and the slush gathered between the houses, but it was there. And now that it was so late into the night, it would stay fresh and undisturbed by other people for some time still. He also found a crushed bundle of herbs that must have fallen from her pocket while following that trail.
Teclos picked it up with trembling hands.
He followed every small sign he could find, sometimes losing the trail completely, only to find it again several streets later. A faint drop of blood on a stone. A scratch against a wall. Footprints leading through alleys.
