Forbidden Hidden Love (Teen Wolf)(Book 2)

Chapter 19

Stiles and Scott picked Fionnuala up on their way back to the Stilinski house.

"How'd it go?" Stiles asked. "Seeing everyone wolf out?"

Fionnuala covered up her smile, loving the fact that her twin was keeping her secret. "It was interesting."

Scott turned to look at her. "You witnessed werewolves during a full moon?"

She nodded. "Boyd tried escaping. Isaac did escape, but he came back to help Derek. So all in all, kind of eventful."

"Well, we figured out who's controlling the kanima," Stiles told her.

"Really? Who?"

"Matt."

"Matt? As in Matt who goes to school with us?"

"Yes, that Matt."

She smiled. "I trusted your instinct. Good job, Stiles, for sticking with your gut."

"Yeah. Now we're headed home to tell Dad."

"Nice. I wanna be there."

"Of course! Wouldn't want it any other way." He smiled at her through the rear view mirror.

When they got home, they met Noah in his office before Stiles opened the yearbook and circled Matt's picture and his name.

"So this kid's the real killer?" their dad asked.

"Yeah." Stiles nodded and looked at him.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No." Noah crossed his arms.

"Dad, come on." Stiles stood up from his chair. "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."

"Alright. Okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Stiles opened his mouth to talk, but Noah turned to Scott. "Scott, do you believe this?"

"That's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt," Scott said.

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay?" Stiles continued. "Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victim's were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

"Alright, 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 asked. When his dad shook his head, he added, "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

Noah sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

Stiles looked behind him at Scott who said, "We need to look at the evidence."

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles assured his father.

"Trust you?"

"Trust - trust Scott?" Stiles suggested. "Or Fi?"

Noah nodded. "Scott and your sister, I trust." He waved for them to follow and began walking out.