THIRTY-EIGHT

"So this kid's a real killer?" Mr. Stilinski asked as me, Scott, and Stiles sat in Stiles room. Well, stand. We're going to get Stilinski's job back.

"Yeah."

"No." Mr. Stilinski shakes his head, looking down at the book of 2006.

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on." Stiles got up and out of his chair. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in murder, okay? So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcription and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave remoter kara wasn't in Harris' class." Mr. Stilinski said.

"All right. All right. Sorry. hen I guess they dropped the charges against him?" Stiles asked.

"No, you know what? They're not going to drop the chargers but that doesn't prove anything." Mr. Stilinski told us. "Scott and Stacey, do you believe this?"

"That's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us." I plead Mr. Stilinski and Scott nodded.

"We know it's Matt." Scott added.

"Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay?" Stiles told his father. "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." Mr. Stilinski sighed. "I'll allow the remote possibility, 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. Mr. Stilinski shakes his head. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won something in six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

"What do you want me to do?" Mr. Stilinski asked.

"We need to look at the evidence." Scott piped in.

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

"Just me they'll let you in." Stiles nodded.

"Trust you?" Mr. Stilinski asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Trust- Stace?"

"Stacey I trust." Mr. Stilinski nodded, and I grin. Yes!

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Scott, me, Stiles, and Mr. Stilinski walk into the front desk at the station. "It's 2:00 in the morning." The lady in uniform spoke to Stilinski.

"Believe me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." Mr. Stilinski told his ex-worker.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles murmured to us and intertwined his hands with mine.

"Why?" Scott whispers back.

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, okay? Except for one, you remember?" Stiles asked. I nodded.

"The pregnant girl, Jessica," I responded and Stiles nodded.

"Yeah." Stiles mumbled. "Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

"Thank you." Mr. Stilinski told his ex-worker, who had let them have permission to go into Mr. Stilinski's ex-office. "Boys, Stace."

Mr. Stilinski leads the way, Stiles pulls me in closer to him and Scott followed us behind.

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"I don't know, guys." Mr. Stilinski sighed looking at the security camera footage, we were looking at the hospital hallways. "I mean, look at this. There's a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going." Siles urged his father. I sat next to Stiles, Scott stands next to me. "Look, we had to have passed one of the cameras on that to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on that floor somewhere."

"Oh, hold on, stop!" I said, noticing Matt's back walking down the hallway, I'd reacongise Matt from anywhere. "Did you see that? Scroll back." Stiles looked at me, with trust in his eyes, then looked back down at the footage.

He scrolled back, and there was Matt for sure walking down the hallway. "There's Matt! That's him!" Stiles points out, my smile widening.

"All I see is the back of someone's head." Mr. Stilinski said.

"Matt's head, yeah." Stiles nodded. "I sit behind him in history, he's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird."

"Are you crazy?" Stilinski asked his kid.

"All right, fine, then. Look at his jacket, all right?" Stiles points to Matt's jacket, it was leather. "How many people do you know who were black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally," we haven't sold Stilinski. Ugh.

"Okay, can we scroll forward?" Scott asked suddenly, and I nodded. "There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

Stilinski sighed, and did so. "Wait, right there! Stop, stop! There he is again." Stiles cried out, pointing to the camera as you can now still see his leather jacket.

"You mean there he is with the back of his head again."

"Okay, but look." Stiles started. "He's talking to someone." It was a nurse he was talking to. He's talking to my mum.

Scott and I give each other looks, my stomach dropping. "He's talking to our mum." I said slowly.

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We'd ended up calling mum, and she picked up. We're still grounded. Oops.

"Stacey, do you know how many people I deal with in a day?" Mum asked over the phone on speaker.

"This one's 16. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager." I tried explaining.

"Yeah, he looks evil." Stiles added.

"Stacey, I already talked to the police about this." Mum said.

"Okay, mum, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." I told her, I then take a picture of that footage, and I sent it to my mum. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah." She answered.

"Do you recognize him?" Scott asked. "Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did." Okay, good. Great! "I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall." Oh, what the hell? "Stacey, Scott, what's going on?"

"It's- it's nothing, mum." I lied, and I pressed my lips together. "We'll explain later, we gotta go."

I hung up, and put my phone in my pocket.

"We've got shoe prints, and alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site." Be in mind that it's 2:30 am, and we're solving a case. I never want to be officer, but I knew Stiles wanted to be a Sheriff of his own town one day. And when he does become one, I'm not leaving his side.

"And if they match, that puts Matt at three scene of three murders." Stiles rushed out. "The trailer, the hospital, the rave."

"Actually, four." Stilinski said, opening files. A credit card receives for an oil change signed by Matt at the garage when the machine was killed." My eyes widen.

"When?" Scott asked.

"A couple hours before you and Stacey got there." Stilinski had now stood up, out of his chair.

Matt is so going down.

"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" Stiles asked.

"Four's enough for a warrant," Stilinski said. I was mentally celebrating, Stiles and I in sync raise our hands to one another and slap a high ten. I was so happy. He then side hugs me, but doesn't let me go. "Scott, all your mum back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, Stace, go to the front desk, tell them to let their mum in when she gets here."

"On it." Stiles said, he grabbed my hand and we quickly ran out of there.

We got to the front desk, but no one of there. I frowned. "Hello?" I called out, curious, I look over and my eyes lead me to the floor, and there was the dead deputy. Blood was everywhere, I gasp in shock, and Stiles squeezed my hand.

We turn around, ready to tell Scott, but instead, we were greeted by Matt with a gun pointed at my head.

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Shits going down tonight.