CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

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I.E.D.

"Sin so thick you can't see the stars, can't tell good and evil apart

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"Sin so thick you can't see the stars, can't tell good and evil apart."
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I'm seated in front of the record player at the Martin lake house, the same place I've been all weekend, trying to desperately figure out the other two cipher keys for the dead pool. Lydia and I know we only broke a third of the list, but since finding out that Allison's name was the first cipher key, we figure there must be a way to find the other two this same way.

"Come on," I whisper, watching the record spin round and round on the turntable. My eyes shift back and forth, making me dizzy.

We need these cipher keys.

Lydia keeps pushing the needle along the record, trying to get some sort of sound out of it. It isn't working. My eyes burn from barely blinking as I try to listen for the voices to tell us the other cipher keys, but they've been silent since telling us Allison was the first one.

Why when I need to hear voices does it never happen?

Eventually, I feel a hand on my arm, pulling me away from the record player. Another hand reaches out to turn the record off. I look up and notice Kira is pulling me away from the record as Malia is doing to Lydia.

"No, there has to be more," Lydia mutters.

"What you two need more of is sleep," Kira tells us as she and Malia usher us out the door and into the hallway. "A lot of it."

My stomach sinks down to my feet. I know there has to be more that the record tells us. There has to be more cipher keys, more ways to crack the rest of the dead pool.

We have to find them, because if we don't, a lot more people are going to die.

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Stiles' Point of View

Since Ainsley had been at the lake house with Lydia all weekend, I'd thrown myself into my own research concerning the dead pool, the reason hits, and the amount of money that had been stolen from the Hale vault underneath the school. Presently, I'm standing with Scott at the station, having just finished displaying my findings and theories from my crime board across Dad's desk to show him what we've found and what we know so far, and how we can eventually know more.

"So, the Walcotts were the first," I begin telling Dad, talking about the murders that have been taking place. Now that we know that the murders were actually hits from a list, it makes it a bit easier to discern why it was done. "At least, the first we know about. Four murders—Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called the Mute; weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then, the Mute was killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a claymore mine." I pause, trying to gage Dad's reaction, but decide to just continue because there's a lot more information, "Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house and got decapitated outside his car. And then, last night, twenty-three-year-old Carrie Hudson."

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