And so, to help Midvalley help Mitch, Jazz follows the same way that Sal must have gone. His eyes, always capable of seeing in more ways than a human's sight could, trace Sal's heat signature like a bloodhound would trace a fox.
That and, he thinks sarcastical, the bored Ripper is dreadful at conceiling his foot prints. Tiny drops of blood playing at being fairy tale bread crumes make the whole thing even easier.
"How much liquid can a human body lose without it impairing major functions?" he asks while pointing to one of those drops.