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I think this is the spot.

I think this is the spot.

Yeah.

"Where forest limbs in twin
pairs"

"lean their mirrored arms,
divide the green stand where the

"crossing lines entwine."

"Then paced 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.

What the...

Agggghhhhh....

Okay. Serious question.

Uhuh.

Should I say "Hey", with two eye

Or should I say,
"Hey", exclamation point?

Should I be worried about you?

Haha. 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
Larsen and Blue.

We have a discovery
of a body over at Pine Hollow.

Need you to get down there ASAP.

Copy.

Thanks, Chip.

What have we got?

John Doe.

Discovered early this
morning by two hikers.

They were on a treasure hunt.

I'll get to that...

Vic has no I.D., no phone,
fingerprints not in the system

due to the body's
state of rigor,

forensics suggests he's been
dead for about 2 to 6 hours.

Do we know cause of death?

Not yet. We'll have to wait for
the coroner's report.

But no obvious signs of blunt
force trauma.

THIS was the only thing found
near the body.

I didn't know people still wrote
in cursive... It's a lost art.

"Where forest limbs in twin
pairs lean,"

"their mirrored arms divide the

"Stand where
the crossing lines entwine."

"Then pace 12 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 the
previous one.

Brantley's grandson went on
record.

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

the clues. Except Brantley
himself.

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

How do you know so much about
this, Meeks?

Um, 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?

But then what?

We have to solve the treasure
hunt ourselves.

And fast.

There's a killer at large.

Where are we going?

I already solve 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 anyon

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

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

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

Well, this is the old mill, or
what's left of it.

Next clue: "Beneath that stone
where dew has kissed,"

"soft moss clings in morning
mist."

"Where owl light falls and
branches veer,"

"a mossy notch will soon appear"

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

The burrowing owls migrates
there in winter.

My mom was a bird watcher.
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 moss.

Does that tree have owls?

No. Even better.

King, do you copy?

Go for King.

They overheard a man talking
about the coordinates of the

treasure at Cliff's Edge Inn the
night before.

It 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 hav
them put out a BOLO.

See if you can get in touch
with Madge.

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.

Yes. 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 moss?

Holds scents very well.

Yes it does.
Blue, search!

Blue, heel.

This is Officer Larsen and
Officer Meeks with N.P.S.

Is anybody here?

We need to speak with you.

Clear.

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.
I own 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 Kanter
another visit.

Can you guys hear me okay?

Loud and clear.

We have ID'd our victim,
Jackson Turner,

30s. Associate at his family's

law firm, Turner and Turn
recently proposed to his longtim

girlfriend, Emily Warner.

Apparently wanted the treasure
so that they could start their

life together. And so that she
could,

quote: "have the wedding of her
dreams".

Fiancé has been notified
and is on her way to 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's socials.

Looks like he went
camping with his two best friend

So 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,
clean as a whistle.

Casey Crawford,
on the other hand,

arrested once for aggravated
assault, bills in collections.

Based off the dates,
I'd say these guys have been

friends since high schoo

I analyzed their most recent
posts.

Location tracking has been
disabled for all three of them.

It's 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.

Come in.

Still no word from
Eddie or Casey, but

got in touch with the executor
for Bartholomew Brantley's

estate and Meeks, you 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 on
Eddie and Casey,

try to get in contact with their

We can try and match the
in the poem with their last phot

Sending you their most
recent post from yesterday.

Judging by the sun,
it's about midday.

Was there a caption on
the photo?

Seize the day.

Oh, brother.

Yeah, this could
be anywhere.

What's the last stanza in the
poem?

"The notch will lead
past Aspen's Gate."

"Where seven trunks
and 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.

Larsen. 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.

It 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 gonna do.

Hey, Bill.

I just spoke with Stacey.

What'd she say?

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

I think someone threatened her.

The same person might be
threatening me.

Bill, we got to tell Jodi.

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

I know I'm gonna tell her tonigh

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.

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's.

Casey's an artist.

He liked that guy,

um, 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. Um, 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 missing?

I just assumed their phones had
no service.

I mean, I hadn't heard much from
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 did 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.

It was like a kid.

All right, I'll check this camp
over here.

You wanna see see this one?

Detective Larsen,
N.P.S.

Hi, there.

Anyone home?

Hello?

Police. Drop it.

We need to ask you a few
questions.

What have we got?

Milton Bludso,
40s, accountant.

Never married. We found him with
an empty treasure chest,

an action camera and a hard
drive with the words murder in

the woods written on it.

Treasure chest. No treasure.

It appears so.

Prelim search of his name,

says that he's on a watch list
for criminal related internet

searches, including best ways to
commit murder in a national park

Meeks, lead the interrogation.

Larsen, 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 diameter.

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.

That's Jackson.

They crossed paths.

Wouldn't Jackson show up again.
If this guy killed him.

Not necessarily.

He was killed in the middle of
the night.

Once the transfer is done,
I can up the exposure during the

date and time of our murder,
see if anything shows up.

Mhm.

What's up, Jodi? I 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 M.I.A.

We found a dead body this
morning.

Her victim was on a treasure
hunt with his two friends. And

we need to find them,
stat!

Treasure hunt? Didn't know that
still existed.

Okay, where
should we meet?

Breath wood. You know it?

Take my climbers there
sometimes.

See you soon.

Thanks. See ya.

Good boy.

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.

There's a simple explanation for
all of this.

I'm writing a novel. It's a
mystery about a murder in the wo

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

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

That would make a perfect
backdrop for my story.

Not exactly a revolutionary
idea.

Call it what you will,
but I headed to the park.

I 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 nonfiction 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.

Anyway, that footage has been
doctored? Or the timestamp alter

Yeah, it's not likely,
since it's coming from the

original data.

Hey, buddy. Hey.

So what do we got?

Hey.

Eddie and Casey.

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

Not a lot of cell service in the
area.

If 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

were camping. Their cell phones
haven't pinged any towers. They

haven't been seen on CCTV.

Meeks and I were at Aspen Grove,
the site of 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.

Veilwater Brook.

Veilwater 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 that Cliff said
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 upset. Papa was givin
away some of his inheritance.

I'll find his license plate
number. Put it into the CCTV.

See if I can track it.

Get Madge to come in and talk to
us.

Sheriff.

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

And now here you are.

I like fishing as much as the
next guy.

Sure you do.

All right.

Yep yep yep. I do recognize him.

He came in last night,
sat at the bar.

Didn't say much to me.

Yapping on his phone the entire
time, which I thought was pretty

rude, but, you know,
what are you gonna do?

Did you happen to catch any of
his conversation?

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

Anything that might help us.

Uh, well, I did suggest that he
take his conversation outside,

which he did. He took 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, 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
Stacy Kanter.

I think it might have something
to do with what happened to Clai

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. But things aren't

adding up. I need your help.

Look, Bill, I don't see how
Stone Glass 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 Tyson.

Brantley'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. Blue.

Hey hey hey.
Off off off.

Sir, we're gonna 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 I,
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 log.

All right. It was all a show.

You went on record saying you di
know where the treasure was.

That only your grandfather
knew.

I made that statement before he
passed. And back then it was tru

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. 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 betwee
the hours of 12 and 4 a.m.?

I was in my room 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 us a table.

Eddie got us 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? We know.

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 was 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 himsel

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 wedd

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 pressed 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.
What we need is...

Oh, it's a 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 sign these.

What's this?

Release forms. You're free to
go.

And, Casey.

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. At least 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 s
where the body was found.

Let's hope we're not too late.

Meeks.

Come on boy.

Come on buddy.

He's not here.

I think he 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 Edge 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 tests
inside your tent.

And finally tonight on your
release forms.

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. But he wanted the money for
an extravagant wedding.

And you wanted it all for
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 Cassie's
fountain pen.

Jackson.

After you killed Jackson,
you needed a different location

to bury the treasure.

You asked to borrow the fountain
pen earlier that day

to grade test papers.

The paper found at 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

Well. It's late.
It 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 wanted to drop off a bo
of mom's stuff.

Mementos, photos,
that sort of thing.

I thought it might be
nice for you to have them.

Plus, I wanted to talk to
you about something.

Yeah. Of course.
Come by.

Sounds good. Bug. See you soon.

Agghhh...