Invisible String. Stiles Stilinski (1)

xxix. confrontations

"We call it a Deadpool," Amelie crossed her arms over her chest, "Recognize any of the names?"

"Yeah, you're on there," nodded Parrish confidently. "And, the Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night, but we couldn't find any of them."

"Show him the other thing..."

At Stiles' words, Lydia flipped the folded paper in Parrish's hand and pointed to the last name on the list,

Jordan Parrish 5

"Okay," Parrish said warily, standing from his position and pacing around the room. "That's kind of terrifying."

"What's the number?"

"That's how much you're worth..." Lydia trailed off.

"I'm worth five dollars?" Parrish asked incredulously making Amelie chuckle, "Five million."

Parrish gave them an appalled look, "I only make forty thousand a year! Maybe I should kill myself."

"Honestly, same," Amelie shrugged, receiving a look from Lydia and Stiles. "What? I'm worth seventeen million dollars!"

The thought of someone planning to kill Amelie scared Stiles beyond explanation, so he just scoffed at her words and rolled his eyes.

"I don't get it," Parrish insisted. "Why— Why am I on this?"

"Honestly? That might be a question for another day," Stiles sighed. "Right now, there's still another third of the list we gotta crack."

"We need the third cipher key," Amelie explained, "But, we need help getting it."

"From who?"

"Meredith," Lydia smiled sheepishly.

"The girl from Eichen?" Parrish raised his brows. "The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown!"

"Uh, almost!"

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Amelie stood along with Parrish, Stiles and Lydia as the Eichen House security guard opened the door to Meredith's room. It was the Anchor's first time to enter the mental institution and everything about seemed creepy. Amelie stood between Stiles and Parrish as she watched a look of dread cross the former.

"Oh, no. Not this guy..." cursed Stiles quietly, making her furrow her brows as she glanced behind her to find a man with a glued on smile walk up to them.

"What the hell are we running here, a bed and breakfast?" The man, with a tag 'Brunski' on his uniform, asked loudly. "We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge!"

"We need to talk to Meredith Walker," Parrish said firmly. "It involves a murder investigation."

"Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these three? Especially that one? They're outta here," Brunski said dismissively making Amelie scoff.

"They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation," Parrish insisted. "I wouldn't have brought them if it wasn't absolutely... crucial."

"Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen," Brunski mocked as he turned to Stiles with a raised brow. "As for you, Mr. Stilinski— How about you come back with payment in full?"

Stiles flinched at Brunski's tone making him chuckle, "That's right— Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he's late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh?"