(GUS)

"Is there anything you can remember about the guy?" Juliet is asking Shawn when I walk in.

They look up and then he closes his eyes for a minute. "He was strong, definitely white, maybe 6 ½ feet tall… that's all I saw. I can't remember anything else. Wore a dark hooded sweatshirt the whole time. Sorry."

"That's okay Shawn. Whatever helps. I'll come back. See you guys later." She leaves.

"Dude!" Shawn says. "I remember something about the guy!"

"Want me to get Juliet?" I ask.

"No, no. Not exactly something we can tell them. You know, stuff I saw." He explains, putting his hand to his temple.

"Oh, ok. What?"

"Well, he had a scar on his cheek. Like a slash of some kind. That's the only part of his face I could see. I also noticed that he had a scar on his left hand. Have you seen anyone like this?" Shawn asks.

I think, and then gasp. "Oh-my-god! I know exactly who that is!" I start to run out of the room, but he stops me.

"Wait! Who?"

"Tyler Franks! The first victim. Wow… this is so screwed up. What'd he do, kill his own father?"

"Probably not. He's most likely re-enacting what happened to him. How many other known cases are there?" Shawn asks.

"Five… I've got to go before he can escape. He might realize I could figure it out.

"Okay. Be safe Gus!" he yells after me.

PSYCH~PSYCH~PSYCH~

I parked a little ways down the winding road, not visible from the house. Sneaking through the trees, I approach an open window.

Finding myself in an office, I look around, searching for anything of interest.

Down the hall is a washroom. On the floor is a black sweatshirt, covered is still drying blood. This will do, I think, leaving it there.

Cautiously, I make my way to the living room. Peaking around the corner, I see nobody. Turning around, I yelp in surprise to find a gun staring at me.

Tyler Franks grabs me by the collar, yanking me against the wall, making me gasp for air.

"Well, well, looks like you came to ME. Your making this so much easier." He says.

"What?" I choke out.

"I was just heading out to find you. I mean, you obviously realized it was me who did all those lovely things those unlucky father and sons. I can't have you ratting me out, you know?" he laughs when he sees the fear in my eyes.

"Let's begin, shall we? Tyler says, then brings his fist back, connecting it with my skull, knocking me out.