(GUS)

Early the next day, I make my route quickly, then head to Psych to start on our most important case.

With wide parameters, I search for similar attacks on father and sons. After a sad amount of results, I change it to only forest ones. Tied to trees, beaten, reported missing.

Five results come up over the last 10 years. Only in the first one did someone survive. He said that he and his father had been hunting when suddenly they found themselves in the life-changing experience.

The guy, now 28, 18 at the time, had been badly beaten and stabbed, yet somehow not lost a lot of blood. He too had escaped, but when he returned for his dad with help, it was too late.

His name, Tyler Frank; father, Steven Frank.

I'm going to go check out this guy, I think. Maybe he can help.

The address leads to a cabin hiding in the woods. I was only able to find it because of a random mailbox before a winding dirt path.

I knock promptly on the door. It opens just a few inches, secured by a chain. "May I help you?"

"Hello, Mr. Frank? Hi, my name is Burton Guster- may I come in?"

A few seconds later I'm sitting across a couch from him. The first thing I notice is a scar on his left hand, horizontal on both sides. Just like Shawn, I think.

The only other visible physical injury is a slash on his check. I'm starting to sound like Shawn.

"Mr. Frank-"

"You can call me Tyler."

"Ok, Tyler, I've been investigating attacks on father and sons while hunting in the forest. You probably know where I'm going with this- besides this last time, you were the only survivor. I'm wondering if there's anything you can remember about the attacker, maybe something you didn't think of at the time?"

It takes him a few seconds to respond. "The only thing I remember was that he was black, no offense, and that he had flower tattoo on his arm that had a name on it. But besides that, I don't remember anything. Sorry, I wish I could help some more."

"It's okay. You've done plenty. And here-" I hand him a Psych card- "if you need help with anything, or remember anything, give us a call."

Tyler looks down at it. "You're a psychic?"

I give a little laugh. "Hardly. No, that's my best friend, Shawn. He and his father were the latest victims. Luckily they're both going to be fine. Just a lot of healing to do."

He shows me to the door. See Shawn, I think, you don't always have to come up with aliases.