All We Are

Chapter 22

DISCLAIMER/AN: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF.  This one's a little intense and has a lot of abuse, hostage situations, among other things so proceed with caution. I don't think it's very graphic, but I don't want to upset anyone either. Anyways, here goes nothing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Uncle John was staring at the three of us like we had grown an extra head or something.

"So this Matt kid is the real killer?"

We all nodded. Uncle John shook his head.

"No."

"Yes!" Stiles asserted.

Uncle John rolled his eyes annoyed, I glanced over at Scott. How in the hell were we going to convince Uncle John that Matt was behind all the murders when we still didn't know why he was ordering the murders?

"No," Uncle John said exasperatedly.

Part of me wondered if we'd have a better shot convincing my Dad, but Dad was on patrol and unavailable to talk for one thing. And honestly he didn't have the credibility Uncle John did (even with Uncle John being off the force).

Stiles stared down at the yearbook, it was like I could see his brain switching gears as he tried a new tactic on his Dad.

"Dad come on, everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect the victims in a murder okay? So, all you have to do is look through the transcripts and figure out what class they all have in common."

"Yeah except for the girl killed at the rave- Kara wasn't in Harris' class." Uncle John pointed out the logical side of his brain starting to pull the pieces together. He hadn't softened up yet, but Stiles had done it.

"Oh, so they dropped the charges then?" Stiles asked innocently.

"No." We all stared at him hopefully. "But that doesn't prove anything. You two don't believe this do you?"

He looked at me and Scott. I wasn't sure what I believed anymore, honestly.

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just need to trust us Mr. Stilinski, we know it's Matt," Scott said looking at him with his sad puppy eyes.

Uncle John stared at me.

"Yeah- uh what he said."

I didn't have sad puppy eyes, I could turn on the waterworks, but I preferred to only use that in absolute emergencies- they tended to lose their potency when you pulled them out too frequently.

Uncle John sighed.

"Matt took Harris' car" Stiles started in before his Dad could interrupt. "He knew that if the cops found tire tracks and enough of the victims were in Harris' class then they'd arrest him."

Uncle John looked at the yearbook contemplating what Stiles had said.

"Fine. I'll allow the remote possibility of that being the case, but, give me the motive on why this kid would want most of the 2006 swim team and their coach dead."

He had us there. I bit the inside of my mouth trying to think, I wondered if Isaac might know, I mean Matt definitely had a grudge against the Laheys', maybe something had happened there. Too bad Isaac was indisposed at the moment.

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles said.

Scott and I stared at him confused, I mean it's not that the two of us weren't used to being about 5 steps behind Stiles it's just, this was fast work even for him.

"Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in like six years."

My hand hit my face. This was not going well. If we could just wait until Isaac wasn't a raging killer, I was pretty sure we could find a motive. But that meant we had to wait until the morning and we needed Matt behind bars now.