•~BOOK ONE•~
Mackinzy McCall is a few months younger than her brother Scott McCall. Agent Rafe McCall was a very heavy drinker. One night at a club he had hooked up with a women and gotten her pregnant. His four month pregnant wife, Melissa wasn't v...
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Chapter Sixteen
Mac's POV
Scott, Stiles, and I were all in Stiles' room. We were waiting for Stiles' dad to come hear our plea. Matt Daehler was the master. He was the reason these people were murdered in cold blood. I was shaken. Matt was just a normal kid. At least I thought so. Obviously, he's a psychopath. Like, a complete psycho. He's taking Jackson down that path with him. He can kill murderers. Could he kill Derek? Could he kill me?
"So this kid's the real killer?" I heard Sheriff, well Mr. Stilinski ask, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah." Stiles said to his father. I watched them go back and forth about Matt. Scott and I just stood on the sidelines. I hoped that Stiles could convince his father. We need to break Matt's hold on Jackson. He can't keep killing people.
"I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?" Stiles' dad asked. I was just as confused about that as he was. Why specifically that team? What did they do to him that was so bad that he killed them.
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles said. We all looked at him in anticipation. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." Of course he let us down with that. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"
"Stiles does make a valid point." I said, hoping it would help a little.
"What do you want me to do?" Sherriff said looking at the three teenagers in front of him.
"We need to look at the evidence." Scott responded.
"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work." Sherriff said in a duh tone.
"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles said.
"Trust you?" Sheriff retorted back.
"Trust- trust Scott?" Stiles stuttered out.
"Scott, I trust." Sherriff said. We all did a victory sound. He turned around and walked out the room. I was still wearing my dress, but changed into my converse. I might live up the street but there is no time to change. We all jumped in the sheriff's car and headed to the station. My stomach twisted in nervousness. What if we can't prove it's Matt? What if we can't get enough evidence? My leg was bouncing, my face was sweating, and my hands were shaking.
"Hey, it's gonna be alright." Scott whispered to me. He grabbed my hand in comfort.
"Scott, all that's been running through my mind was that Matt could have killed me at any time." I whispered back, looking out the window.
"Wait, what?" He asked. Before I could get a chance to respond, we arrived at the police station. Scott gave me a look when we climbed out. I just ignored him and followed the Stilinski's into the station.
