This IS My Normal

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"So this kid's the real killer? No." "Yes!" "No." "Dad, come on. 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" Stiles told his father. "Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class". "All right, 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 looks like he's on the verge of yelling.

"Emilia, do you believe this?" "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you really do have to trust us. We know it's Matt. Even if you don't trust me, trust your son, I do". "He took Harris' car. 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!"

"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? Our swim team sucks they haven't won in like six years" Stiles so stupidly said. He took a deep breath, "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" "What do you want me to do?"

Stiles turned to me. "We need to look at the evidence" I stated. "Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work." Sheriff well, Noah, told us. "Trust me, they'll let you in" Stiles stressed. "Trust you?" he asked towards Stiles. "Trust... trust Emilia?" Stiles asked. "Emilia, I trust" Noah answered.

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"It's two in the morning" the front desk lady at the police department stated.

"Trust me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." Noah told her.

We went to his old office to watch the cameras at the hospital.

"Wait, look, go back! Did you see that?" Stiles asked as he pointed at the computer screen. "See what?" his father asked. Which, I too, was wondering. "That! That's him"! "Stiles, that's the back of someone's head". "Matt's head. I sit behind him in history. he's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." "Are you crazy" his father asked as he was starting to lose his trust in us with every passing second.

"All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?" "Millions, literally". "Can we speed forward? There has to be a shot where he's looking at one of the cameras." I said speaking up.

Noah did as I suggested and looked at other camera shots.

"Look! There he is again"! Stiles shouted. "You mean the back of his head again". "Okay, but look" I said as I pointed, "He's talking to someone". "Yeah, well that's Scott's mom" Stiles says.

Stiles whips out his phone to call her. "Look, I'll send you a picture okay?" Stiles tells her. "I do remember him. I only stopped him because he was tracking mud through the halls" she replied. "Okay, thank you Melissa" Stiles said as he hung up.

Noah started looking through files. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site." he said. "And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave" Stiles added on. "Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed." Noah spoke up. "When?" I asked. "A couple hours before the two of you got there."

"All right, Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" "Four's enough for a warrant." Noah, turned to Stiles, "Stiles, call Scott and get him and his mom down here. If I can get an official I.D, I can get a search warrant. Emilia, go to the front desk and tell them to let Scott and Melissa in when they get here". "Yes sir" I said as I ran to the front.