You head back into the woods, where you range over hills and down into valleys, looking for exactly where the ambush happened. Finally, you reach a tree that looks like a bus hit it.
This is it. You have to search for almost an hour, but you finally find something: some kind of tool. It looks like a small ice pick with a steel spike and a wooden handle. You stuff it into your coat, then spend a few minutes ranging around the woods, looking for tracks. But the frozen earth left no signs.
Undaunted, you return to town to learn more about the pick. The local hardware store can't identify it, but when you stop at a shoe store on Main Street, the clerk identifies it right away: it's a stitching awl, used in leatherwork. Your mind immediately goes to Jasper Heaney. Was this his?
That little trip didn't take too much time. You consider what to do next.