Scott was standing in Stiles' room, along with Noah. Above the 2006 yearbook was their yearbook, with the picture of 'Matthew Daehler' circled in red Sharpie.
"So this kid's the real killer," Noah said skeptically.
"Yeah," Stiles told him from his desk chair, as Scott nodded from a standing position, arms folded.
"No," Noah looked at the two of them.
"Yes!" Stiles insisted.
"No," Noah told him.
"Dad, come on, everybody knows the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay?" Stiles got up from his chair. "So, all he had to do was flip through the transcripts and find out which class they all had in common!"
"Yeah, except, the rave woman, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class!" Stiles' father told him.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" He scrutinized his father.
"No, you know what, they're not dropping the charges, but that doesn't prove anything," Noah retorted, before turning to Scott. "Scott. You believe this?"
"It's really hard to explain how we know this," Scott shrugged helplessly at Noah, "but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt."
"And he took Harris' car, okay? He knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and then if enough of the victims were in Harris' class, that they'd arrest him!" Stiles argued his point.
"All right, fine," sighed Noah. "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 looked at his father, who was shaking his head. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in like, six years!" He sighed. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" he asked Noah.
Noah sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
Stiles made a victory noise, and Scott leaned forward. "We need to look at the evidence," he told Noah.
"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work," he informed the boys.
"Trust me, they'll let you in!" Stiles begged his father.
"Trust you?" Noah stared disbelievingly at his son.
"Trust - trust Scott?" Stiles amended his statement, pointing over his shoulder to Scott.
Noah nodded. "Scott I trust."
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When they arrived at the sheriff's station, the woman at the front desk raised an eyebrow at Noah, Stiles, and Scott. "It's two in the morning," she informed Noah.
"Believe me," he told her, "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."
"Look at the hospital stuff first," Stiles was whispering to Scott. "Okay?"
"Why?" Scott asked.
"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson except for one," Stiles told him. "Remember?"
"The pregnant girl. Jessica," Scott nodded.
"So Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him," nodded Stiles.
"Thank you," Noah said to the woman at the front desk. "Boys?"
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Stay With Me
FanfictionScott McCall has been a werewolf for a few months now, but his life hasn't really gotten any easier since he defeated Peter. His crush still doesn't seem to know that he exists; his best friend's dad still wants to kill him (violently); and on top o...
