A Passing Breeze - Part 12

She wriggled free of his grasp, growing red, still very much disoriented from her sudden tumble. "W-well, that's not going to work," Nila said. "It would seem that the killer is more skilled at acrobatics than I am."

"Quite," Oliver said. "Let's see… It's going to be a matter of impossible slowness to keep you jumping up from the ground… But no one else can follow the tracks like you can."

"You probably could, couldn't you?" Nila said. "If I told you what to look for, I think you'd be able to see them. It isn't impossibly complicated. It's just dusty outlines on a white canvas. If you're looking for them, I don't think you'll be able to miss them."

"…I suppose I'll try. If I describe what I'm seeing as best I can to you, perhaps you can translate it," Oliver said.