THE yearbook was open again on Stiles' desk. Mr. Stilinski, Scott, Stiles, and I were all looking down at it and the red marker that circled Matt's picture.
"So this kid's the real killer?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
"Yeah," Stiles replied quickly while looking at all of us.
Mr. Stilinski shook his head, "No."
"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed.
"No," Mr. Stilinski crossed his arms.
"Dad, come on," Stiles jumped out of his seat, "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you have 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," Mr. Stilinski reminded him.
"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Stiles questioned.
Noah glared at him, "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."
Stiles went to talk but Mr. Stilinski stopped him, "Scott, Nova, do you believe this?"
Stiles dropped his hands in disbelief.
"Yes, I do," I answered him.
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us," Scott responded.
"We wouldn't be telling you this if we didn't think that it was true. We know it's Matt," I added.
"Yeah, 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 of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him," Stiles tried to convince his dad.
Mr. Stilinski sighed, "All right, fine. 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 its coach dead?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles started, "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years," Stiles sighed, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"
"What do you want me to do?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
I smiled and Stiles let out a big breath.
"We need to look at the evidence," Scott answered.
"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work," Mr. Stilinski replied.
"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles told his dad.
"Trust you?" Mr. Stilinski asked in disbelief.
"Trust--trust Scott and Nova?" Stiles suggested.
"Them I trust," Mr. Stilinski responded.
Scott and I smiled.
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Mr. Stilinski opened the door to the station. Scott, Stiles, and I followed.
"It's 2:00 in the morning," a deputy raised her eyebrows.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," Mr. Stilinski told her.
Stiles began to talk from beside me, "We look at the hospital first, okay?"
"Why?" Scott asked him.
"The wife," I started.
"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?" Stiles continued.
Scott nodded, "The pregnant girl, Jessica."
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JEALOUSY, STILES STILINSKI
Hayran Kurgu~JEALOUSY~ "He's my anchor." Nova Hale was never an ordinary girl. Her life was filled with the supernatural. Creatures you would only dream of in nightmares or watch in scary movies were real in her world, and she was one of them. Her life wa...
