Discovering Catwoman ▷ Stiles Stilinski [Book 2]

Chapter Thirty-Three>>

"Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythum, and harmony. " -- Thomas Morton

Chapter Thirty-Three>>

"So this kid's the real killer?" Padre Stilinski questions crossing his arms.

"Yeah." Stiles confirms.

John looks at the yearbook photo for a few seconds before shaking his head. "No." 

Stiles stands up appalled. "Yes!"

"No." John deadpans not believing us once again. 

"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 explained. 

John once again wasn't believing it. "Yeah, except for the face that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "All right, okay, you're right, sorry." I elbowed him getting his attention. "Slow down the sass dude." He narrowed his eyes at me before turning back to his father. "So, I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

John's jaw set, his finger wagging in the air. "No, you know what? They are not dropping the charges." Stiles faced morphed into a righteous one until John stepped on it. "But that doesn't prove  anything."

Stiles's fists tightened with aggression at his dad not believing him.

"Scott, Jenna, do you believe this?"

I nodded. "One hundo percent."

Scott nodded also. "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you gotta trust us. We know it's Matt."

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay?" Stiles blurted. "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." Papa Stilinski agreed. "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?" Oh, boy. Where is he going with his? "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years."

My palm slapped to my forehead.  "Okay, we don't have a motive yet, but I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you need me to do?" He questions going along with our theory.

"We need to look at the evidence." I replied.

John scoffed. "Yeah, that would be at the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me," Stiles starts, "they'll let you in."

"Trust you?" John ponders incredulously pointing his finger at him. 

"Uh, trust, trust Jenna, or Scott?" He supplies trying to defuse his father's anger.

"Them I trust."

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The door to the station opened letting us inside. Tara sat at the front desk, looking at us as if we had lost our minds. "It's two in the morning."

Papa Stilinski sighed leaning against the counter. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

"We have to look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles told us, glancing in our direction, shaking his leg with nervousness.