Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Nine: A Child of Science and Justice

"I still can't believe you beat me at bowling, Stiles. Are you sure you've never bowled before?" Stilinski chuckled as he parked the cruiser at the nearby Burger King... Stiles was in the passenger seat taking a bite of his curly fries with a big smile on his face.

"Never," Stiles muttered through his curly fry filled mouth, the one hanging down to his chin. "Not once have I ever bowled."

"Ugh, it's sickening when you talk with your mouth full." Stiles lowered his head as he finished what he had in his mouth before smiling lightly. "Seriously, you must have gotten that from your mother and I."

"A bowling prodigy... haha." Stiles rubbed the back of his head as he eyed the radio, almost like he was contemplating on what to do next. "So, I heard you on the phone last night. There was another murder, wasn't there?"

"I told you I don't like it when you listen in to my conversations."

"Dad, I'm going to hear them eventually, and as much as you want to shelter me, you need to at least treat me like I'm not a child anymore. I'm sixteen, I have a driver's license for god's sake, and you still treat me like I'm eight."

"I don't tell you what happens at work because it's confidential, and I could get in a lot of trouble for telling you Stiles. It's not like I'm purposely trying to make you feel like a kid, but you still are a kid Stiles, whether you like it or not. It's not something you can change. If you were a police officer, then it would be different, but you're not so I can't tell you."

"Fine, you don't have to tell me anything, I heard everything I need to know. If you really want to catch the guy, then you need to stop thinking like a cop and start thinking like a killer. And, if I were a killer, I'd be right in the middle of the investigation without anyone knowing, because you said it yourself, the areas the body were found, it's within walking distance of each other. The killer probably lives nearby, or has a hideout of some kind where he can see everything go down with the police. So, he's probably right in the background whenever you've been at a crime scene. It's what I would do."

"You're trying to tell me one of the people that have been around the crime scene behind the barriers looking in, is the Identity Thief?"

"I'm not saying anything, it's just what I would do. Although, based on what you were talking about, the bleach at the scene, a spot away from the body... they did it intentionally."

"Intentionally?"

"Think about it, some killers feel remorse after disposing of a body, and make themselves pay, perhaps by hurting themselves. Although, it could also be that the killer was trying to block something out."

"Blocking something out?"

"Yeah, like somebody's voice. Remember when I was first trying out for Lacrosse, and you were there in the stands and I got injured. I was hit hard enough to where the pain blocked out all the noise for that moment. What if they were trying to block some kind of noise out?"

"Huh, you might be onto something there, but we still don't have any evidence to go on."

"Well, you're a good cop Dad, I'm sure there'll be a break in no time. It's probably right under your nose but you don't realize it." Stiles assured him, turning away from his father and looking outside. "After all, the killer's likely going to strike again, and each time it seems like they're slipping up. One more slip up and you'll have them."

"Yeah, maybe." Stilinski replied before he suddenly heard the door shut to find Stiles was gone. "Stiles?" He choked on what little food he had left in his mouth before opening his door. "Stiles?"