"So this kids the real killer."
The three of us and Mr. Stilinski stared at a yearbook picture of Matt circled in red ink.
"Yeah." Stiles replied to his father.
"No." Mr. Stilinski said.
"Dad, come on." Stiles said, getting up off his spinny chair. "Everyone knows the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you need to do is like look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common!"
"Yeah except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class."
"Oh your right sorry. So I guess they're dropping the charges against him?"
Mr Stilinski looked at his son and hesitated. "No. You know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."
Stiles was about to say something but Stilinski hushed him and turned to me and Scott.
"Y/n, Scott. Do you believe this?"
"It's really hard to explain how we know this but you just got to trust us." I said "we know it's Matt."
"Yeah." Stiles said. "Dad, he took Harris's car. Okay? Look he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough if the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him!"
"Alright fine." Stilinski gave in. "I'll allow the remote possibility- but give me a motive. I mean why would this kid, want most of the 2006 swim team and it's coach dead?"
"Isn't it obvious?!" Stiles yelled, which cases Scott and I to look at him, confused.
"Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in like six years-"
I scoffed and whacked Stiles's shoulder with the back of my hand.
"Okay we don't have a motive yet." Stiles said, glancing back at me. "But I mean come on, does Harris?"
Stilinski thought to himself for a moment before turning back to his son.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"We need to look at the evidence." Scott said.
"Yeah. That for be at the sheriffs station- where I no longer work!"
"Trust me." Stiles assured his father. "They'll let you in."
"Trust you?!" Stilinski retorted.
Stiles quickly retreated his previous statement. "Trust... trust y/n?"
Stilinski looked at me and back at Stiles.
"Y/n I trust."
<•>
Stilinski, Scott, Stiles and I walked through the front door of the sheriffs station. The officer at the front desk gave us a suspicious look.
"It's two in the morning." She said, raising an eyebrow.
"Believe me." Stilinski said. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."
"Well look at the hospital stuff first. Okay?" Stiles whispered to me and Scott while his father spoke with the lady behind the desk.
"Why?" Scott asked.
"Because all other murders were committed by Jackson, except for one. Remember?"
"The pregnant girl, Jessica." I said.
Stiles looked at me and nodded. "Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could have seen him."
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