Wiley had been using his "gift" to enhance his hunting for years and he'd developed a process.
If he wasn't sure what monster he was dealing with, he'd sit down, drink a beer or two, and go over all the ins and outs of the case.
Then he'd list the likely suspects, focusing his inner eye on possible solutions.
His gift would tell him 'Sure, that'll work.' Or, maybe, 'That shit's gonna get you killed, dumb ass.'
Right now, Wiley was thinking fire.
Lots of fire.
Trick was gonna be burning out the freak without taking the town down, too.