Lahey || Teen Wolf

twentyfive

"Its two in the morning."

The worker at the front desk pursed her lips at my Dad as the four of us walked in to the police station.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important." Dad sighed.

Stiles looked at me and Scott, "We'll look at the Hospital stuff first. Okay?"

"Why?" Scott whispered.

I chewed my lip as I thought, "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson except for one. You remember?"

"The pregnant girl, Jessica." Scott nodded.

Stiles nodded too, "Since Matt had to take care of it himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

"Boys." Dad spoke up, gesturing for us to follow him.

I scoffed, "Excuse me, I'm a girl."

He didn't say anything as we followed him. We found the security tapes from the hospital and sat down in Dad's old office, watching them.

"I don't know, guys, look at this." Dad gestured to the screen, "There was a six car pileup that night. The hospital was jammed."

"Alright, just keep going. He had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica." Stiles explained.

I nodded, "He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

"Hold on! Did you see that?" Scott asked, "Scroll back."

Dad rewound the tape.

"That's him! That's Matt!" Stiles exclaimed, pointing to the back of someone.

Dad looked at the screen, confused, "All I see is the back of someone's head."

"Matt's head." I shrugged.

Stiles gestured to the screen, "I sit behind him in History. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."

"Are you two crazy?" Dad glared at us.

I groaned, "Alright, fine. Look at his jacket, how many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions. Literally." Dad said, exasperated.

Scott interrupted us, "Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

Dad scrolled forward in the tape. We all watched intensely.

"Look! There he is again." Stiles pointed out.

Dad rolled his eyes, "Its the back of his head."

"But, look, he's talking to someone." I retorted.

Scott leaned in closer to the computer, "He's talking to my mom."

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"What's taking Stiles so long? All he had to do was tell the lady to let Mrs. McCall in?" I groaned.  

Dad waved me off, "Go check on your brother."