Lahey || Teen Wolf

twentythree

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

Dad stopped in the doorway of Stiles' room. Stiles and I were at his desk and looking through the 2006 yearbook of BHHS, trying to figure out how all the murders were connected.

Stiles shrugged, neither one of us taking our eyes off of the book in front of us, "Homework."

Dad walked away, only to reappear a second later.

"It's spring break."

I face palmed at my brother's mistake as our Dad walked into the room.

"What do you think you two are doing?" he asked.

I looked over at my Dad, "Don't know. Just satisfying our curiosity."

Dad reached over and closed the yearbook, putting his hand down on it to keep it closed.

"We brought Harris in this morning for questioning." Dad sighed, "They brought him in."

"And?" Stiles asked as we bought straightened our posture.

"And, they've got a warrant to arrest him for the murders."

My eyes opened wide, "All of them?"

"Enough of them." Dad continued.

Stiles leaned forward, "With what proof?"

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

I shook my head as Stiles opened the yearbook again, "That's not enough."

Dad nodded as he shut the yearbook once again. Stiles and I groaned as we looked up at him.

"Same car was seen outside the hospital when the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein."

Stiles sat back in his chair, "Wait, what quote?"

"Something about imagination and knowledge." Dad shrugged.

I nodded, "Imagination is more important than knowledge."

"Yeah, I saw the same car parked outside the rave." Stiles breathed out.

"That means you're a witness, you're gonna have to give a statement."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "But, what about the concert promoter, Kara, she wasn't in Harris' class. Right?"

"So, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Mr. Harris?" Stiles added.

Dad shook his head, "It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the sight of 3 murders. That's evidence."

"No, it's not enough." Stiles said, yanking the yearbook back open.

Dad stood back up, confusion evident on his face, "I thought you hated this guy."

"I don't hate him, alright, he hates me."

I nodded, "That's true. But if he killed them all, yeah, lock the psycho up. There's something missing, though."

"There's gotta be something missing." Stiles mumbled as he turned the pages of the yearbook.

"Hey."

Stiles and I continued to look through the yearbook. There had to be something connecting all of these murders.

"Hey!" Dad raised his voice, causing us both to look at him, "You don't have to solve this for me."

"We have to do something." Stiles breathed out.