Back in 1981, I had the American dream, the beautiful wife, the house in the suburbs and a beautiful 6 year-old son. And one day I went to work, kissed my son good-bye and never saw him again . In two weeks, I became the parent of a murdered child. And I'll always be the parent of a murdered child. I still have the heartache. I still have the RAGE . I waited years for justice. I know what it's like to be there waiting for some answers. And over those years, I learned how to do one thing really well and that's how to catch these bastards and bring them back to justice. I've become a man hunter. I'm out there looking for bad guois.