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

chapter ten---FURY

Dad was having a really hard time believing Stiles, Scott and me about Matt being a killer. "So this kid's the real killer?" he asked as he looked at the circled picture of Matt, and the red arrows pointing to his name.

"Yeah," Stiles said.

"No," Dad said.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, looking from Stiles to Scott to Dad. I had been trying to get Stiles and Scott to believe me about Matt being Jackson's master for a while, but they hadn't believed me, and thought that I was only saying it because I hadn't liked him, and Allison had found proof that he had used to stalk me before the winter formal, when he had moved onto stalking Allison.

"No," Dad repeated, folding his arms.

Stiles started to stand up. "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out what class they all had in common."

"Yeah. Except that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris' class."

"All right, yeah, I'm sorry," I said, ignoring Stiles' words. "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

Dad hesitated before saying, "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."

"H--" I started to say.

"Scott, do you believe any of this?" Dad asked him.

Both me and Stiles said, "Oh," like he didn't trust us, he trusted Scott, and I sat down on his bed.

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

"Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay?" Stiles said. "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' class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine, I'll allow the remote possiblity," Dad said, and I stood up from the bed hopefully, Stiles, Scott and I looking at each other until Dad said the next words. "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?" Stiles asked, and we waited for him to go on. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in,  like, six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

Dad looked at me for a split second, and I said, my voice sorta pleading with an edge of impatience and annoyance like Stiles', "Come on, dad."

"What do you want me to do?"

"We need you to look at the evidence," Scott said.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me, they'll let you in," I said.

Dad started to stutter, looking and pointing at me. "Trust you?" he repeated.

"Trust Stiles," I said.

"Trust him?" he asked in the same way.

Stiles awkwardly pointed back to Scott. "Trust--trust Scott?"

Dad hesitated, moving his hand up and down, looking at us. "Scott, I trust."

We got to the station, Dad walking in first, and then me, Scott and Stiles right behind me. "It's 2:00 in the morning," the girl deputy at the desk said while I turned to face Scott and Stiles, tuning out the rest.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" I asked.

"Why?" Scott and Stiles asked at the same time.