Stiles and Scott pulled up to a blue house, turned the engine off, and got out.
"Whoa, this house is big." Stiles sighed approaching the front door. He nudged Scott to knock on the door, who reluctantly did. A light brown haired man opened the door; they could see the outline of a revolver.
"Whoa, is that a gun or are you just happy to see us?"
The man took the gun out of his waist band and pointed it at them. "What do you think?"
"I'm going to go with gun."
Scott glared at Stiles and put his hands up in surrender. "We just wanted to ask you some questions, Mr. Argent. If you are Chris Argent, that is."
The man put his gun down and sighed, "I'm Chris, and can you ask your questions from the porch?"
"That's not very hospitable."
"Good, I'm not really trying to be."
"Well when is the last time you saw Kate Argent?" Scott said frowning at Stiles' comment.
"That's what you're here about? Kate?"
"Well we wouldn't be asking you when you saw her last if we weren't."
Chris looked like he could punch Stiles, and Stiles' thanked the heavens that he didn't.
"I saw Kate about three months ago, but that was the last time. She doesn't exactly enjoy being around me."
"I couldn't imagine why." Stiles replied with his biggest smile, which earned him a punch from Scott's elbow. He tried not to act like he was in pain, but Scott's elbows were pointy.
"Well Kate stormed off, actually now that I think about it, the night Peter Hale came back to town."
"Are you related to Allison Argent?" Scott asked as sweetly as he could manage.
Chris' face contorted in concern. "Yes, she's my daughter. What does she have to do with this?"
Stile whistled and glanced at Scott, "Daughter, well would she have any additional information regarding the situation?"
"No, besides she doesn't live with me anymore. She lives downtown with her wife. Are you two police? You don't look like police."
"Absolutely not, nope. We are private investigators."
"But his dad is the Sherriff." Scott replied, "So we know our way around a crime scene."
"That's true. Can we get Allison's address?"
Chris walked in a got a piece of paper with Allison's address on it, and handed it to them. "They both have Thursday off, so visit them than. Now if you'll excuse me."
"You are excused." Stiles replied smiled and rocked back and forth on his feet. Chris shut the door and Stiles turned on his heels. ""Peter Hale? Derek didn't say anything about him. I think he was the Uncle; he disappeared the night of the fire or something, so he's back. We should also ask him some questions. Thursday is tomorrow, right? My dear friend I think we will have this case solved in a week."
It didn't take them long to drive back to the office.