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𝟬𝟮𝟯. 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝟮𝗫𝟭𝟬

"So this kid's the real killer?" I nod at Noah's question. "Yes." Stiles answers and I look up up see him not agreeing. "No." Noah says and I roll my eyes. "Yes." I say, more convincing then Stiles did. "No." Noah says, crossing his arms.

"Dad, come on, everyone knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder okay?" Stiles starts and I look at Scott, who was also there. Isaac was sitting on the bed.

After a lot of fussing of the three men in this house, I got him inside. Since he isn't a killer, but my boyfriend, I got them to agree.

"So, all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common." Stiles says and I nod. "Except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class." He says and I let out a sigh.

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry." Stiles apologises, not sure what for. "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" I ask and he points his finger at us. "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges, but that doesn't prove anything." He says and Isaac sighs.

"Except that he didn't do it." Isaac remarks and we all look at them, but Mr. Stilinski chooses to ignore him. "Scott, do you believe this?" He asks and points at the year book.

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." Scott explains and I nod. "Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay? 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." Stiles exclaims and Noah nods.

"Alright, fine, fine." He says and I grin slightly. "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?" Noah asks and I want to tell the truth, but the second I open my mouth Isaac squeezes my thigh and I gasp silently, confused at why he's done that.

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles asks and raises his hands. "Our swim team sucke! They haven't won in like, 6 years. Okay we don't have a motive yet-" I peel Isaac's hand of my thigh and glare at him while looking at Noah.

"It is obvious." I say and look at the yearbook. "Look, Matt is afraid of water, in fact, he can't even swim. He-" I look at Stiles and I sigh. "He might have drowned." I say and Stiles looks at me, nodding.

When noah looks at me with so much disbelief I sigh. "Does Harris have a motive?" I remind him and Noah nods. "What do you want me to do?" He asks and I grin, mission accomplished.

"We need to look at evidence," Scott says and I nod. "Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work." He reminds us and I sigh in defeat.

"Trust me, they'll let you in," he says and Noah points two fingers at Stiles. "Trust- trust you?" Stiles looks slightly attacked and points at Scott. "Trust... Trust Scott?" He asks instead and then looks at us.

"Scott I trust." I smile and look at Isaac. "Let's go," I say and Isaac stands up. "You're not coming." I look at Isaac and groan. "It's okay, see you tonight?" He asks with a wink and I blush, nodding.

"Bye!" Stiles waves sarcastically and I roll my eyes.

+

"It's two in the morning." The officer says at the desk, looking at noah with a slight bored look. "Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." He says and I look at the boys.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" I say and Scott frowns at me. "Why?" He asks and I look at Stiles. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson except for one, remember?" Stiles nods and so does Scott.

"The pregnant girl, Jessica." Stiles says and I nod. "Yeah, if Matt had to kill her himself somebody could've seen him in the hospital." I say and Stiles nods. "Thank you, guys." Noah waves us and we walk behind him.

We start by looking at the security footage. I sit down and study it intensely. I get a certain buzzing feeling in the back of my head and I didn't like it all. "I don't know guys, I mean look at this. There was a six-car pile up that night the hospital was jammed." Noah says and points at the footage.

"Alright keep going, look he had to pass one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, alright? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere." I say and let out a sigh. If we can't prove it's him, we can't help Noah, and if we can't help noah, we're screwed for sure.

"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." Scott demands and Noah does so. "That's him, that's Matt." Stiles says and I nod, recognising him too.

"All I ser is the back of someone's head." Noah says and Stiles nods. "Matt's head, yeah, I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." Stiles says and I nod. "Now you mention that-" I start, but Noah cuts me off.

"Are you crazy?" He asks and I sigh, probably. "Alright fine. Then look at his Jacket huh? How many people do you know who wear leather jackets?" Stiles says and I roll my eyes, millions.

"Millions, literally." Noah answer my thoughts and I nod. "Okay, just scroll forward yeah? There's gotta be something, like a shot or something coming at one of the cameras." I say and we move on.

"Wait there, there he is again." Stiles exclaims.

"You mean there's the back of his head again?" Noah says and Stiles sighs, leaning forward. "Hey look, he's talking to someone." He says and I squint my eyes while Scott gets closer. "He's talking to my mom."