❝I like you. ❞
❝Was that supposed to be a joke?❞
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The evil that rested beneath Beacon Hills never truly went away. Following the death of a loved one, Madison Argent planned to finish her freshman year and gain c...
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XXI. GONE
Madison arrived to the sheriff's station ten minutes later. She didn't even mean to sprint, but her body had taken it up as a second nature, not wanting to be walking alone where no one else could see her.
Madison hoped she didn't look too wild, flattening her bed-hair into a low ponytail and she tried to make her pajamas look decent. She popped a stick of gum in her mouth and walked inside, the Banshee immediately seeing her and bringing her into Noah's office.
Madison's waved to the Sheriff and the Deputy, creating a rift between them so she could squeeze in between. The sheriff moved his face closer to Madison, wrinkling his nose at the unfamiliar smell. It wasn't bad, but it didn't smell like her.
"You used Brunski, right? You know he'd kill people, and that he would do it again." Lydia spoke, Meredith avoiding eye contact as she stayed silent.
Madison's lips were in a tight line, wanting to use her manipulation technique to get Meredith to talk. She didn't, as she knew it wouldn't work on a banshee and she had been trying not to use her powers unless totally necessary.
"He used my grandmother's code for the dead pool. He put it online. He took the money from the Hale Vault, then turned the bearer bonds into cash. He made the payments," Lydia's voice was low, taking a softer approach as she notice the semi permanent grimace plastered on Meredith's face.
"Was it Brunski's idea to fake your death? Did he get nervous because you helped us with one of the cipher keys?"
"I wanted to help." Meredith said.
Lydia sighed.
"All you ever wanted to do was help," Lydia figured, Meredith smiling slightly as she nodded, "Is that why you're here? I know you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to talk."
"I do. But, only to one person."
"Who?"
"Peter," she mumbled. Madison nearly choked on her gum, her eyes popping out wide as she looked to Lydia in total concern. The banshee only matched her expression, the others in the room not knowing where to go from there.
"Peter Hale."
***
Deputy Parrish led Meredith into an interrogation room. Lydia, Madison, and Sheriff Stilinski were standing on the other side of the glass, Madison drumming her fingers against the wall to ease her nerves.
Peter stiff next to her, his face contorted in one of confusion and disgust.
"Her...? That's the girl...that stole my money?" He asked in disbelief.
"That girl is a Banshee. They're more dangerous than you think."
"Oh, I think that girl's pilot light went out a long time ago. Sheriff, not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department, but are you absolutely sure you got the one?"
