"Yeah. Footprints with an odd pace. Like with a limp, maybe."

Sparks sighed, running a hand down his face. He can believe Duster when he say he didn't do it willingly, or remembered it. But if mind control is at work here, they have no proof and no leads of who was behind it. That sort of thing wasn't something you could easily trace, if at all.

"Y'realize that if this is case of mind control, we got no way of proving that, right. Not unless we catch someone in the act. It's not the sorta thing that leaves evidence behind."

There's another pause as he thinks.

"What where ya doin' that night? What's the last thing you remember before and after the time of the incident?"