Slightly In On It (Slightly Awkward Sequel---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER NINE---Party Guessed

When I saw Dad and Stiles together in Stiles' room across the hall from mine, I walked in. "What's up?"

"Just looking for a possible murderer," Stiles said.

Meaning the kanima's master, I thought, but not saying it out loud, not with Dad in here.

"We brought Harris in for questioning," Dad said, then corrected, "They brought him in."

"And?"  I asked.

"And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders."

"All of them?" Stiles asked.

"Enough of them."

"With what proof?"

"You remember the couple at the trailer?" Dad asked us. "Tire tracks nearby match Harris' car."

"W--that's not enough," Stiles said, turning to the 2006 year book of Beacon Hills High School's graduating class, and I leaned on the other side of Dad, like he was on the desk, making Dad in the middle of me and Stiles.

Dad flipped the book closed. "Same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got a bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein."

"Wait, what quote?" I asked.

"Something about imagination and knowledge."

"Imagination is more important than knowledge," Stiles said. "Yeah, I saw the same car parked outside the rave."

"That means your a witness," Dad said. "You're gonna have to give a statement."

"But what about the concert promoter, Kara?" I asked. "She wasn't in Harris' class, right?" Stiles shook his head as I went on. "I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?"

"It doesn't matter," Dad said. "The tire tracks put Harris at the sight of three murders. That's damning evidence."

"No, it's not enough," Stiles repeated his words from earlier, going back to the year book and flipping it open.

"I--I thought you hated this guy," Dad said, looking from me to Stiles.

"I don't hate him, all right? He hates us," Stiles said.

"And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up," I said. "But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing."

"Hey," Dad said to Stiles. "Hey." Stiles looked at him, and Dad looked at both of us. "You don't have to solve this for me."

"No. We have to do something," Stiles said.

We were the reason that he had gotten fired in the first place, because we hadn't told him about everything supernatural, so . .yeah, we kinda had to.

I was looking down at the year book, at a page of the swim team, and Dad and Stiles noticed. "What?" they asked.

"Look at the swim team," I told them.

They did, and we looked at the couple, Kara, and one of the Argents' hunters, the one that had gotten killed, and the mechanic.

"Dad, the coach," Stiles said, looking at the picture, and then didn't say anything for a long moment, looking up. "It's Isaac's dad."

Looked like we were finally getting somewhere.

"You really have to have such a big ass present?" I asked as Stiles carried up the lifesize wrapped box with a big pink bow on top.

"Shut up and get the door bell," he answered.

I shook my head, scoffing a little but did as told, reaching out to the bell and pressing it as it made a ding-dong noise, and the door opened, but I couldn't see who opened it because of the big box, not until Stiles lowered it, and we saw Lydia on the other side with drinks on a tray in her hand.