Stiles' Brother

Chapter Fourteen

Third Person's POV

Jordan Parrish wakes up in his squad car, cuffed to the steering wheel. He stares at his hands in confusion, before wincing slightly. He glances up when he senses someone walking outside the car.

"Hey!" Parrish yells. "What are you doing? Listen, listen to me! I'm a Deputy with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department..." He starts. Haigh comes over to the window, bending down so he can look inside.

"Damn. I was hoping you'd be out longer." Haigh says.

"Haigh? What the hell? What are you doing?" Parrish asks. Haigh stands back up and continues pouring gasoline over the car.

"You're a good guy, Parrish, but the list says you're worth five million dollars." Haigh says.

"What? I don't know what you're talking about. Haigh, listen... I mean, I barely make $40,000 a year." Parrish says.

"I only make 36." Haigh says.

"Haigh, please, stop this." Parrish tries pleading with Haigh. "You don't have to do this. Look, if you're having money problems..."

"You're worth five million dead, Parrish. Sounds like you've got the problem." Haigh says as he pours gasoline on Parrish.

"Please... Please don't do this." Parrish says. Haigh ignores him as he walks a little away from the car, tossing the gasoline can to the side. "You're just going to listen to a fellow Deputy burn to death?" Parrish asks. Haigh responds by putting headphones in his ears. "Haigh, wait... No..." Haigh ignores his screams and pulls out a lighter, flipping it on. Haigh tosses the lighter toward the car, lighting the car on fire. Haigh closes his eyes for a brief second, before opening them again.

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Luka's POV

"Wait, you mean to tell me that you guys think it's Lydia's dead grandmother that created the deadpool?" I ask incredulously as Stiles prepares to leave for the station. "Do I need to tell you how crazy you sound right now?"

"I'm well aware, thank you for the reminder, though. It's always nice to hear." Stiles says dryly while giving me a look.

"Well, I mean, come on, Stiles." I say, throwing my hands up in the air.

"It's actually not that far-fetched." Stiles says.

"How so? Do enlighten me, Stiles. Please." I say.

"I mean, she left this code for Lydia, in the same code as the deadpool..." Stiles starts.

"Could be a coincidence..." I try to reason with him, but he shakes his head.

"It's too weird for it to be a coincidence." Stiles says.

"Well, how do you even know that this code is part of the deadpool?" I ask.

"We don't. Not until we crack the code." Stiles says with a shrug.

"Do you have the cipher key?" I ask.

"When is it ever that easy? We're going to have to figure it out. Lydia can figure it out, though." Stiles says.

"I still say you're crazy." I say.

"And I'm okay with that." Stiles responds, pulling on his sweatshirt. "You coming?" I let out a sigh.

"Yeah, alright." I say.

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"It's not just that she could still be alive." Stiles says to Dad.