Chapter 22 - Fury

                                    

                                          
As soon as we get to his house from Lydia's, Stiles brings out his yearbook to show his dad Matt's picture as he fills him in on our conclusion to Matt being the murderer since he isn't in the know about Jacksanima yet
Noah sets a hand on his hip and flicks his not believing eyes between the three of us, before he points to the open yearbook on the desk "So this kid's the real killer?"
"Yeah," Stiles scratches the side of his face before he looks up to see his dad shaking his head at him "No." 
"Yes!" Stiles stresses like he can't believe his dad didn't believe us right away, earning Noah to cross his arms now as he gets the serious dad look on his face and repeats "No."
Stiles stands up to accentuate his next words "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," he finishes and looks back to Scott and I, both of us offering a nod of encouragement towards him Matt's at least a smart sociopath
"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris' class." Noah counters causing Stiles to raise his hands in a surrender and tilt his head to the side "All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"
Noah points a finger towards his son's face before relenting "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges– but that doesn't prove anything."
Stiles makes a noise like he wants to continue arguing, however, Noah turns his head towards us "Do you two believe this?"
Stiles throws his hand up muttering "Oh" and turning his back towards us before Scott chimes in with a nod "Addy figured it out, so yes– we do."
I nod at Noah and continue "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just have to trust us Mr. S– we know it's Matt."
Noah softens his face at my words as Stiles points back to me and continues "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."
Noah sighs and drops his eyes to look at the desk again "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?" 
"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles raises his hands and we all look to him we hadn't talked about a motive yet what do you got?
At his dad's raised brows he continues "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in– like– six years." ah so zero clue on a motive, that's what I thought
Scott and I share a look as Noah sighs and Stiles continues on through clenched teeth "Okay, we don't have a motive yet."
I cross my arms and quickly offer "But I mean, come on, does Harris?"
Noah flicks his eyes over to me and sighs looking between us "What do you want me to do?" 
Stiles excitedly turns to Scott and I, raising his brows as Scott leans forward slightly connecting his eyes with Noah's "We need to look at the evidence." 
Noah shakes his head and moves his hand to accentuate his next words "Yeah, that would be in the station– where I no longer work." 
"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles offers with slight urgency to get this to happen, however, Noah just raises his brows, stammering at his son and points to him "Trust you?"