Killer Queen [Book 1]

Chapter 22

I stood by the door of Stiles's bedroom as Scott and Stiles tried to convince the sheriff of who is the real killer.

"So, this kid's the real killer?" he asked.

"Yeah." Stiles nodded.

His father looked unconvinced. "No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on! Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So, all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class." his father answered.

Stiles sighed. "All right. Okay, you're right. Sorry. Then, I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But, that doesn't prove anything. Scott, Parker, do either of you believe this?"

    "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." Scott said sheepishly.

    I nodded. "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."

    He sighed, looking at the three of us. "All right, fine. 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?"

    Stiles looked at his father. "Isn't it obvious? Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years!" he sighed, shrugging. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"

    "What do you want me to do?" his father asked him.

    "We need to look at the evidence." Scott answered.

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

    "Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles said.

    "Trust you?" his father asked him.

    "Trust... Trust Scot and Parker...?"

    "Them, I trust." he told his son.

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We walked into the police station early that morning, having a deputy look at us from the front desk, sighing. "It's two in the morning..."

    "Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important." he answered.

    Stiles whispered to me and Scott. "We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?"

    "Why?" I whispered back.

    "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one. You remember?" he answered.

    "The pregnant girl, Jessica." Scott said.

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

    "Thank you. Come on." he gestured us forward into his office, closing the door and getting onto the computer; pulling up the security footage of the hospital.

    After searching for twenty minutes and finding nothing, Noah sighed. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this—there was a six-car pile-up that night. The hospital was jammed."