Detective Wolf and the Flatwoods Fighter

With the quickness of a cheating husband when his wife arrived downstairs, Wolf exploded to the deck of the yacht. Only action resounded through his mind as he ran up to the culprit, hooked his arm across their lift, twisted his body, and threw them to the ground. He heard the distinct sound of cracked metal as The culprit smashed into the ground. Afterwards, he felt the entire boat reverberate as it crashed against the riverbank. He grunted as he was sent crashing back into the steering wheel of the boat. Blood frothed from the gaps in his teeth, as he forced himself to stand. The yacht slowly stopped shaking, until it was still. Detective Wolf looked to the back of the boat. Water was gushing from the increasing holes in it, but there was no body. He swiveled his head to the side. Footprints led up the river bank to a small hill. The footsteps were uneven, Which Wolf suspected was the result of him throwing the culprit into a hard wood flooring. There was something in the water, just below where the footsteps began. it was a rock, or at least it appeared so to the still unfocused Wolf. Should he take time to inspect it, or go right for the Killer of Mr. Kenwood?