Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xv. A MESSAGE FROM THE GRAVE

xv. A MESSAGE FROM THE GRAVE

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On a Monday night, the sleuthing trio found themselves back in the Sheriff's department. The three friends had become a team of sorts. They were always able to crack puzzles and codes together, each having an intelligence that had their GPAs soaring far past the exceptional 4.0. This was what they were meant for, and together, they were an unstoppable force.

They were the brains of the pack, and while everyone else was smart, too, they also had the ability to fight an opponent. Lydia, Stiles, and Foster? Not as much. Which was why they had to pride themselves on their wit to be able to solve the problem and bring Beacon Hills back to a steady medium.

Which was why they were in Sheriff Stilinski's office once again, prepared to relay some more information upon the already stressed out Sheriff. They had slipped into the Sheriff's office, choosing to select a location more private.

They had uncovered a startling fact, that the Benefactor was a banshee. While Scott had almost died, Lydia was at the lake house where her mother had found her. She had asked Lydia to spread her grandmother's, Lorraine's ashes, only to find out that the jar was filled with Mountain Ash. When given Lorraine's farewell note, Lydia realized that the gibberish was the same code used in the deadpool.

The only problem? Lorraine Martin was dead. Or so they thought.

"It's not just that she could be alive," Stiles began to explain, the trio trying to put together a plausible theory as to why an eighty year old woman would make a deadpool with her granddaughter's name on it. 

Lydia sighed, explaining, "It would be that she had to fake her death."

The door shut behind them, Sheriff Stilinski staring the three teenagers down. He was barely adjusting to the fact that almost anything and everything was real, but this was becoming absurd.

"Lorraine Martin, your grandmother, faked her death?" he clarified, sounding skeptical.

"Definitely," Stiles pitched in, Foster shooting him a pointed look.

"Maybe," she corrected, all of them still unsure what truly happened. Maybe knowing the code was just a coincidence, but typical things were never that easy. It was best to look at all options. "We still don't know for sure."

Stiles sighed, rolling his shoulders before countering, "More than likely yes."

"Ah," Stilinski almost hummed, a skeptical hint tinting it. He crossed his arms. "I'm guessing you have a story to back this up."

They all glanced at one another nervously, Lydia finally speaking up. "She might be helping the Benefactor."

"Or is the Benefactor."

"All we know is that she wrote down part of the code Lydia found before she died," Foster revealed, shrugging. She just couldn't process the idea of Lydia's grandmother helping someone with a hit list that her own granddaughter was on. It just didn't make sense to her. "And her ashes were actually not her ashes."

Their words seemed to peak his interest, realizing that they may have been onto something. Then again, even when he usually did find a story absurd, it ended up being the truth. Take Malia for example. It wasn't just something out of a Chinese folk lore. It was truth, and they had Malia Tate to prove it.

His eyebrows shot up, voicing, "That sounds like a story worth hearing."

Before they could get any farther into it, they made a quick note to voice the fact that Parrish had been with them on various expeditions. Parrish not only accompanied them to Eichen House, but he was worth a grand total of five million. He should know what they do, too. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to have another inside man on the force. He would be able to check the scanners, find any odd occurrences. He had some recourses that they didn't, it could help.