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I think this is a spot.

Yeah?

Where forest limbs and twin pairs lean, their mirrored arms divide the green.

Stand where the crossing lines entwine and pace 12 steps along the spine.

I think it's a W.

Yeah, so mirrored arms and then crossing lines entwine.

I think this is it.

That must be it. That's a W.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven,

twelve.

Come on.

Oh, God.

Okay, serious question.

Should I say, hey, with two I's?

Or should I say, hey, exclamation point.

Should I be worried about you?

No. If I stop doing this, then you can worry. That means I've lost all hope.

Nora.

Esposito, come in.

Go for Esposito. I'm with Larson and Blue.

We have a discovery of a body over at Pine Hollow. Need you to get down there

ASAP.

Copy.

Thanks, Jeff.

What have we got?

John Doe.

Discovered early this morning by two hikers. They were on a treasure hunt.

I'll get to that.

Mick has no ID, no phone.

Fingerprint's not in the system.

Due to the body's state of rigor, forensics suggest he's been dead for

to six hours.

Do we know cause of death?

Not yet. We'll have to wait for the coroner's report. But no obvious signs

blunt force trauma.

This was the only thing found near the body.

I don't know if people still wrote in cursive, the lost art.

Where four slims in twin pairs lean, their mirrored arms divide the green.

Stand where the crossing lines entwine and pace twelve steps along the spine.

Could belong to our victim or his killer.

Well, whoever he is, he's a poet.

That would be Bartholomew Brantley.

Famous local artist.

Wanted to encourage people to get off their phones and into nature.

Right before he died, Brantley published a poem, a list of clues leading to a

treasure chest filled with gold and artifacts somewhere in Crystal Ridge.

Our hikers made it to the final clue.

Obviously, didn't find what they were looking for.

No treasure at the scene?

Nothing. My guess is whoever killed our Vic took the gold and ran.

Tell us about this poem.

It's the map. The poem has ten clues.

Each clue is dependent on a previous one.

Brantley's grandson went on record.

No one knows the whereabouts of the treasure or the answers to the clues

Brantley himself.

He passed away a year ago, taking it to the grave.

How do you know so much about this, Meeks?

Did some quick digging before I got to the scene.

Sure you did, Meeks.

We need to ID the victim.

Which means we need his last known movements.

Which would presumably be the steps of the treasure hunt.

I'll interview the couple that found the body. They had to have solved the poem

to get to the final clue, right?

Then what?

We have to solve the treasure hunt ourselves.

In fact, there's a killer at large.

Where are we going?

I already solved clues one through five, so we can start there.

I had some trouble after that. Hopefully you can do better.

How long have you been working on finding the treasure?

That's neither here nor there.

The treasure is in our park.

Theoretically, we should know how to find it faster than anyone.

Solving the clues is the only way to retrace our victim's steps.

I'll have Rangers secure the area and start canvassing.

Great. Let's get Tyson on CCTV and facial recognition.

See if he can place our victim.

Who knew we could be a good team?

My partner is the very good boy sitting right behind you.

Thanks for sticking around. I know today has been challenging.

To say the least.

My colleague tells me that you both got in last night.

How did you solve the clues to the poem so fast?

Well, we didn't.

We didn't figure it out, per se.

We didn't figure it out at all.

Walk me through this.

Well, we heard about the treasure on a private online forum.

Figured we'd try our luck.

Last night we went to that inn.

Cliff's Edge.

Sat at the bar, talked about our future, fantasized about the money, that sort

of thing.

While we were there, we overheard this man on the phone talking about the poem.

He was talking about the ninth clue, and he mentioned the exact coordinates.

So you could skip solving the eight previous clues.

We would only have to solve the final clue.

Did you talk to this man?

No. He was on the phone the whole time.

Did you catch who he might have been talking to?

Can you describe him for our forensic artist?

Sure.

Hard to believe our Vic and Perp did all this.

Promise of money will make people do strange things.

Push people to their limits.

Doesn't look like Blue's picking anything up.

Well,

this is the old mill.

What's left of it.

Next clue.

Beneath that stone where dew has kissed, soft moth clings in morning mist.

Where owl light falls and branches veer.

The mossy notch will soon appear.

That's an old -growth forest, ideal for owls.

The burrowing owl migrates there in winter.

My mom was a birdwatcher. Owls were her favorite.

Let's get going, then. But what about the mossy notch?

There was a big old tree with curved branches just east.

In that bog by Miner's Meadow, bogs have moths.

Does that tree have owls?

No. Even better.

Go for King.

They overheard a man talking about the coordinates of the treasure at Cliff's

Edge Inn the night before.

Seems like a strange thing to talk about in public.

My thoughts exactly.

The sketch artist is just finishing up with them now. I'll send it to dispatch

and have them put out a bolo.

See if you can get in touch with the match.

Try to get an image from the cameras at the inn. Send it to Bernard.

He'll run it through facial recognition, see if there's a match.

Copy.

I think it's just around here.

Yeah, look.

How did you know where to find this?

My mom and I used to go hiking. We used to play this game.

It's silly.

Well, Brantley uses optical illusions in his art to send secret messages.

Makes sense this would be one of the stops on his treasure map.

You know what's good about moths.

Holds sense very well.

Yes, it does.

Blue, search.

Blue,

heal.

This is Officer Larson and Officer Meeks with NPS.

Anybody here?

I need to speak with you.

Found this.

That's our Vic.

Footprints.

Three sets of footprints.

He wasn't in the park alone.

Get you a cup of coffee?

I'm good.

Now in a coffee shop, remember?

All right.

Silly question.

About Whispering Pines.

I feel like we have all the pieces of the puzzle, but none of them are fitting

together.

Like the newspaper clipping from the stone glass lake murder?

Claire had them for a reason. Why would she keep them if they weren't important?

I think we go back to the leads we have and try to find something we missed

along the way.

Maybe I should pay Stacey Cantor another visit.

You guys hear me okay?

Loud and clear.

We have ID'd our victim, Jackson Turner, 30th, associated with family law

firm Turner & Turner.

Recently, what goes to his longtime girlfriend, Emily Warner, apparently

the treasure so that they could start their life together and so that she

quote, have the wedding of her dreams.

Fiance has been notified and is on her way in town from out of state.

Esposito, I want you to talk to her when she gets here.

I've been doing some digging into Jackson Socials.

Looks like he went camping with his two best friends.

Who are these so -called friends?

Well, first up is...

Eddie Henderson grew up in foster care after his father was incarcerated, but

appears to be a shining star.

Sixth grade teacher started a big brother program, ran a background check,

as a whistle.

Casey Crawford, on the other hand, arrested once for aggravated assault,

and collection.

Based off the dates, I'd say these guys have been friends since high school. I

analyzed their most recent posts.

Location tracking has been disabled for all three of them.

Possible they were separated from Jackson and are still on the hunt.

We can keep following the clues, see if we can find them.

Copy that.

Again.

What do you want?

I'm getting threatening messages from an unknown number.

And you think it's me?

No, I don't.

But I think that we both might be in danger.

Got in touch with the executor for Bartholomew Brantley's estate, and

were right. He insists that no one knows the actual coordinates on the map other

than Brantley. He also said that no one has reported finding the treasure.

So the seekers are still out there. We'll put out a bolo and... Eddie and

try to get in contact with their family.

We can try and match the clues in the poem with their last photo.

Sending you their most recent post from yesterday.

Judging by the sun, it's about midday.

Was there a caption on the photo?

These the days. No, brothers.

Yeah, this could be anywhere.

What's the last stanza in the poem?

The notch will lead past Aspen's gate, where seven trunks in silence wait. The

tallest boughs go left from there and count your steps in mountain air.

Look at the reflection in his sunglasses.

That's an Aspen Grove campsite.

Larson Meeks, head to the Aspen Grove campsite.

Until we get some more evidence, everyone's a suspect.

I think you should leave town.

If I'm getting threats, it can't be safe for you either.

I'm not sure leaving is the answer.

Seems like the smart thing to do is drop it.

Someone has you scared.

I have been told not to talk, and now maybe they think I'm talking.

Who are they?

You are not going to get the answer you want.

Move on with your life.

That's what I'm going to do.

Hey, Bill.

I just spoke with Stacy.

What'd she say?

I'll tell you more in person, but no major revelations.

I think someone threatened her, and the same person might be threatening me.

Bill, we gotta tell Jodi.

I know you want to protect her, but... I know.

I'm gonna tell her tonight.

Keep your phone on. Talk soon.

Hey.

I still can't believe it.

Who would do something like this?

That's what we need your help figuring out.

You know, Jackson was such a good person.

Everyone loved him.

You know, he'd never been camping before this.

He went on this treasure hunt so that we could have a beautiful wedding.

A beautiful life.

I'm so sorry, Emily. I can't even imagine.

Thank you.

Would it be okay if I asked you some questions?

Anything to find who did this.

What can you tell me about Casey and Eddie?

We've known each other since high school.

Eddie used to spend a lot of time over at Jackson.

Casey's an artist.

He liked that guy Brantley's work and found out about the treasure hunt.

He's the creative one.

Do you know anything about his run -ins with the law?

Yeah.

There was a creepy guy trying to talk to me at a bar.

Casey asked him to leave me alone, but he wouldn't, so he punched him.

We dated for a few years before Jackson, but it was a long time ago.

Do you think that Casey still has feelings for you?

No. No, we're just friends.

Any idea why Casey and Eddie wouldn't notify the police if Jackson went

I just assumed their phones had no service. I mean, I hadn't heard much

Jackson at all just last night.

Oh? He called me from a restaurant.

It was hard to hear him, but he finally had service, so... What'd he say?

He told me that he loved me.

And that he had a good feeling that our lives were about to change for the

better.

Did Jackson write in cursive?

No.

Never, no. His handwriting was horrible.

Like a kid.

All right, I'll check this camp over here. You want to see this one?

Detective Larson, NPS.

Anyone home?

Hello?

Police, drop it.

We need to ask you a few questions.

What do we got?

Milton Bledsoe, 40s, accountant, never married.

We found him with an empty treasure chest, an action camera, and a hard

with the words murder in the woods written on it. Treasure chest, no

It appears so.

Prelim search of his name says that he's on a watch list for criminal -related

Internet searches, including best way to commit murder in a national park.

Meeks, lead the interrogation.

Larson, link up with Ryan. Keep looking for Casey and Eddie. At this point,

they're missing persons.

By the way, we got the report back.

Jackson died of a stab wound.

Coroner believes it was a dull, round instrument about half an inch in

So not a knife.

We're looking for an unusual murder weapon.

I just got confirmation that it was Brantley's treasure chest.

During the download transfer, I used a facial recognition software to scan the

action camera footage, and look who I saw.

Our victim.

Jackson.

They crossed paths.

Wouldn't Jackson show up again if this guy killed him?

Not necessarily.

He would kill him in the middle of the night.

Once the transfer's done, I can up the exposure during the date and time of our

murder, see if anything shows up.

Mm -hmm.

What's up, Jodi? Just got the text from King.

Just packing up right now.

Did she brief you?

She said it wasn't officially a missing persons yet, but two men are MIA.

We found a dead body this morning.

Our victim was on a treasure hunt with his two friends, and we need to find

them, Dad.

Treasure hunt?

Didn't know that still existed.

Okay, where should we meet?

Breathwood. You know it?

Take my comments there sometimes.

See you soon?

Thanks. See ya.

Good thing.

This whole thing is a misunderstanding.

Let's talk about the facts.

First, there's the internet searches about how to bury a body in a national

park. Then there's your hard drive with the incriminating label, Murder in the

Woods, which just so happens to contain footage of our victim the day before he

died.

Lastly, you have Bartholomew Brantley's treasure chest, which was taken from the

exact location we found the body.

We know this because there was a hole dug up where the treasure should have

been. Here's a simple explanation for all of this.

I'm writing a novel.

It's a mystery.

About a murder in the woods.

I know it sounds far -fetched, but it's true.

In my research, I learned about the treasure hunt, and I thought that would

a perfect backdrop for my story.

Not exactly a revolutionary idea.

Call it what you will, but I headed to the park, strapped on my camera, and...

I just so happened to stumble upon the treasure chest.

It was just sitting there, empty, out in the open.

Whoever found the treasure, they were obviously in a hurry and left it behind.

Come on, Milton.

You don't expect me to believe all that, do you?

Because it looks like you killed an innocent man for inspiration.

I didn't kill him.

I've never even seen him. He's in your footage.

We must have just passed by each other in the park. I record everything.

Besides, why would I kill him?

Maybe you just wanted to mix in a little non -fiction with your fiction.

Check my hard drive.

You'll see the moment that I find the treasure chest. You'll see that it's

empty. It's timestamped and everything.

I was alone.

It's all there.

King wants to see you.

Saved by the bell?

Tyson checked the footage during the approximate time of the murder.

He was almost back to base camp.

He was alone when he found the treasure chest.

Looks like it. Any way that footage has been doctored or the timestamp altered?

Yeah, it's not likely since it's coming from the original data.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

So what do we got?

Okay.

Eddie and Casey.

No one has seen or heard from them in almost 24 hours.

Not a lot of cell service in the area.

They're novice campers on a treasure hunt. They could have forgotten portable

chargers. It's possible.

The fact is, their friend went missing, and now he's dead.

And there's no trace of these guys.

Not at the site where they're camping.

Their cell phones haven't pinged any towers. They haven't been seen on CCTV.

Meeks and I were at Aspen Grove beside the last clue on the treasure map which

brought us here.

Just need to figure out where to go next.

Here.

Now seek the tree that leans with grace, its roots dug deep in time -worn place.

Along its trunk where shadows sprawl, the earth breathes deep, then lets it

fall.

So we're looking for a place that rises and falls.

Well, tides go in and out, but we don't have any oceans.

We do have water where levels fluctuate.

Specifically, the Hellwater Brook.

The Hellwater Brook.

Not just a pretty face.

What is it?

I was scrubbing through Milton's footage when I got a notification.

You know the man the couple overheard at the inn?

The one who said he knew where the treasure was.

Yeah, well, I got a match from the forensic sketch and the security footage

Cliff's Edge Inn last night.

Drake Brantley.

Bartholomew Brantley's grandson.

This just got interesting.

What do we know about him?

Well, he's the sole heir to the Brantley fortune.

Maybe he's up to that peephole with giving away some of his inheritance.

I'll find his license plate number, put it to CCTV, see if I can track it.

Get Magic to come in and talk to us.

Sheriff. I couldn't get you fishing five times in 20 years.

Now here you are.

I don't like fishing as much as the next guy.

Sure you do.

Yep, yep, yep, yep.

I do recognize him.

He came in last night, sat at the bar, didn't say much to me, gapping on his

phone the entire time, which I thought was pretty rude, but, you know, what are

you going to do?

Did you happen to catch any of his conversation?

No, I didn't have time to use drop. It was packed.

Anything that might help us?

Well, I did suggest that he take his conversation outside, which he did. He

the hint.

Can you tell us anything else?

Yeah, he booked a room last night, checked out this afternoon.

You probably just missed him.

Thanks, Madge.

Well, you know where to find me.

Tyson, Madge is holding Drake's room at the inn. We need forensics to search it

for a murder weapon or any traces of Jackson's DNA.

On it. I scanned Drake's plate number. I was able to track his movements on

CCTV. What's the last known location?

Main Street.

Okay, we'll go check it out. Text us the make and model.

Copy.

It's a great place to come and...

Clear my head and get away from all the noise.

Now, why did you really want to see me?

The reason I asked you about Stacey Cantor.

I think it might have something to do with what happened to Claire.

What do you mean?

I don't think what happened to Claire was an accident.

Well, I was there, Bill.

And I saw the reports.

This is your grief talking.

You're still in denial.

No, Al, I'm not.

All right.

I'm listening.

I don't know what happened or who did what.

Things aren't adding up.

I need your help.

Look, Bill, I don't see how Stoneglass and what happened to Claire are

connected.

But anything you need?

I need you to run a number for me.

Figure out who it belongs to.

Sure.

Just get it to me and I'll run it down for you.

Talk to me, Titan.

Brownlee's SUV was just spotted coming into town on Front Street. Doesn't look

like he's in a hurry.

You're a quarter of a mile out.

Casey Crawford?

Blue, go!

Blue, hey, hey, hey!

They're going to need you to step out of the vehicle.

We have witnesses saying they overheard you talking about the buried treasure.

Why is that?

I just, I wanted this to be over.

My grandfather had pure intentions. I loved him very much, but my family and

we've gotten death threats over this treasure hunt.

I'm very sorry to hear that. So this phone call.

I created a private online forum pretending to be a fan.

After that, I knew there'd be seekers at the inn. I figured if I disguised

myself a little and spoke loudly enough, one of them might accidentally overhear

me and find the treasure.

And my family would finally be safe. Who was on the other end of the call? No

one. All right, check the call lock, all right? It was all a show.

You went on record saying you didn't know where the treasure was.

That only your grandfather knew. I made that statement before he passed. And

back then, it was true.

He left the answer for me in his will.

I've kept it a secret from everyone until now.

So none of this is about your inheritance?

The last thing I need is more money.

My grandfather left me a fortune.

What about the bloody screwdriver?

I locked my keys in my car.

All right? I found a video showing how to break in using a screwdriver.

Got into my car, but not without a battle wound.

Okay.

Just one last question.

Where were you last night between the hours of 12 and 4 a .m.? It was in my

at the inn.

I couldn't sleep, so I ordered room service in the middle of the night.

Do you know who did this?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Let's just focus on you.

Where were you between the hours of 12 and 4 a .m.? I was in my tent, sleeping.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Check my smartwatch.

Okay, we will.

Tell me about last night.

We decided to take a break and get some food at the inn.

Jackson was on the phone with Emily.

I got at the table. Eddie got his drinks.

At the bar?

Yeah, that's where you get drinks, isn't it?

You snap often, Casey?

No, I just... Like when you were arrested for aggravated assault?

I was protecting Emily. Emily?

We know.

Do you still have feelings for her?

No.

I love her as a friend.

I can't believe he's dead.

I've known him since the ninth grade.

You guys were close.

Why didn't you call anyone once you realized he was gone?

We were camping along the way.

We would follow the clues and pack up to go to the next one.

We couldn't get a hold of Jackson, figured if he came back and his stuff

gone, that wouldn't be good, so we left it for him.

We just assumed he got an itch and wanted to get a head start finding the

treasure. Didn't that make you mad?

That he'd get the treasure for himself?

No, Jackson wouldn't do that.

He would share it with us, even if he found it on his own.

What if that wasn't his plan?

He wouldn't.

When was the last time you saw Jackson?

We got back to our campsite and got in our tents.

When I woke up, he was gone.

Eddie said he left a note saying he'd be back.

And not to wait.

So what did you think when you woke up in the morning and he was gone?

I assumed he went to get the treasure for himself.

Why would you assume that? It was the only thing that made sense.

Emily wanted an extravagant wedding.

I guess Jackson must have felt pressure to find the treasure.

So you didn't think anything was wrong? That something could have happened?

That wasn't my first instinct, no.

Sure.

Why'd you run?

Isn't the treasure hunt illegal?

I thought you were going to arrest us, and I don't have money to pay fines.

I'm not going back to jail.

Once was enough.

Okay, we let Drake go.

Forensics rushed the screwdriver, and it came back positive for Drake's blood,

but Drake's blood only.

And Madge corroborated his alibi. He ordered late -night room service, and he

didn't leave his room until this afternoon.

He's out.

It's Ranger.

Says they found something by the body.

Looks like a fountain pen.

Yeah, it looks splintered. This could have broken during the force of a

stabbing.

Ranger says fingerprints have been wiped.

There are blood remnants inside the pen.

It has CC engraved on the side.

Casey's initials.

Something's not adding up here.

Motive, murder weapon, he ran.

Hold Casey, release Eddie.

When can I have my phone back?

As soon as you find these.

What's this?

Relief forms.

You're free to go.

And Katie?

He needs to stay a little longer.

You don't think he has something to do with this?

I really can't say.

That was forensics.

Fingerprints weren't detected, but it came back positive for Jackson's DNA.

We have a murder weapon.

What is it?

I need to see the photos from Eddie's campsite.

It's just stacks of graded papers.

Hand me the paper that was left by the body.

The poem?

Tyson. I need to see Milton's action camera footage from just before he found

the treasure chest.

On it.

Stop.

Eddie.

We need to get to the treasure site where the body was found.

Hope we're not too late.

Me?

Come on, boy.

Come on, buddy.

Not here.

I think it went this way.

Come on.

What are you guys doing here?

We'd like to ask you the same question.

Edward Henderson, you're under arrest for the murder of Jackson Turner.

I'm going to need to search your bag.

Your innocent teacher act nearly had us fooled, Eddie.

How'd you know?

You were all at Cliff's Veg Inn last night.

You went to the bar, overheard someone who had exact coordinates leading to the

treasure.

So you wrote it down, along with the last stanza of the poem.

You're a teacher who still uses cursive.

You got a distinct G with a tail.

Not a lot of people write like that.

I first noticed it on the paper at the crime scene.

And then on the graded test inside your tent.

And finally tonight on your release form.

You figured you'd leave in the middle of the night and find the treasure

yourself. No one would know.

You didn't account for Jackson hearing you leave and following you.

If you wanted the money for an extravagant wedding, and you wanted it

yourself.

What are you doing, man?

What are you... You know I need the treasure.

Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You stabbed him with Jason's fountain pen.

After you killed Jackson, you needed a different location to bury the treasure.

You'd asked to borrow the fountain pen earlier that day to grade test papers.

The paper found that the crime scene was written with shaded feathery ink.

The pen came back positive.

for Jackson's blood.

And we have footage of you leaving the crime scene from another camper's action

camera on the timeline of Jackson's death.

And now you're here with the treasure.

Hello. Just wanted to say good work.

Didn't get a chance to say bye, but heard you got your guy.

Yeah, we did.

Sorry, it's just my dad.

You should get that.

Oh, that's okay. I can call him back.

Oh, it's late.

Might be important.

You're right.

Thank you for your help today.

Happy to do it.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, kiddo.

You busy?

No, I'm just having a night in with Blue.

Okay, if I swing by.

Is something wrong?

I want to drop off a box of Mom's stuff.

Mementos, photos, that sort of thing.

Thought it might be nice of you to have them.

Plus, I wanted to talk to you about something.

Yeah, of course.

Come by.

Sounds good, Bug.

See you soon.