Stiles, Sophia and Scott stood in the Stilinski boys bedroom, discussing with their father who the killer was that had terrorised Beacon Hills "So this kid's the real killer?"
"Yeah." The twins spoke.
Noah's head shook, disbelieving the words leaving their lips "No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I wouldn't believe you two either"
The twins eyes shift to Peter, a deadly glare focused on the werewolf "Shut up"
Stiles stood from the chair he sat at, "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police Iook 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."
Noah's eyes narrowed, his hand crossing over his chest "Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris's class."
"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Stiles questions
"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Stiles' mouth opened before a sigh passed Noah's lip looking towards the beta "Scott, do you believe this?" Scott was the voice of reason for his children, if he was to believe the man would trust his words.
It was true, Stiles was the brain, he'd learn anything to protect the people he loved, he'd do anything for them. Scott was the voice of reason, to bring sanity to the chaos and Sophia was the protector, she'd do anything to raise a smile on the lips of the people she adored most.
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us."
Sophia shifted on her feet, "Dad, we know it's Matt"
"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay?" Stiles nodded, "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."
"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?" Noah questioned the children.
"Isn't it obvious? Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." Stiles' threw his arms up into the air, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"
"Our swim team does suck," Sophia spoke, staring at the man.
Lydia nodded, "It really does" the swim team was the worst rated sport throughout Beacon Hills
