Chapter Eleven: Body Found
Author's note: I dislike FFN's tendency to have my chapters come out in code. Ugh...
The Stilinski residence was jam-packed for the rest of the weekend, Allison was 'sleeping over at Lydia's house' as a cover. Lydia's parents didn't seem to care where she was, Boyd didn't have anywhere else to be except with his alpha and Jackson's parents were nosy enough to call but detached enough to believe anything he said. They called a couple times to check on him but his constant response was that he was 'out with friends' and he was going to be home later.
Stiles, after most of his life only having Scott in his house, felt the whole experience was surreal. They were so loud and after the scare in the woods on Saturday night, Echo was revved up so he took her out for a walk early in the day while everyone was gathering but surprisingly Boyd followed him. Stiles tried to convince the big guy that he didn't need another werewolf shadow, he already had Derek for that but it wasn't enough to deter the other teen from walking out of the house after him. Derek pressed a comforting hand to Boyd's shoulder in passing and figured that having someone with Stiles that he could trust was actually good for Derek. He could continue to find some independence, and Derek wouldn't always have to be the one to protect him. Stiles's dad would be so thrilled, he thought with rolling eyes.
They walked quietly for a couple minutes but Stiles was buzzing, even after everything that happened he was still Stiles. He was still full of questions and energy. "Are you planning to go to school at Beacon Hills High School?"
Boyd nodded.
"Well, its definitely like any other school except that there are werewolves there," Stiles said with a shrug. "We have lacrosse and pretty people and nerds. Yadda yadda."
"Aren't you one of the 'pretty people'?" Boyd asked with a raised brow and quoting fingers.
Stiles chuckled, "Umm no. I'm not. Lydia and Jackson were always considered to be the popular crowd. Lydia and Allison have adopted me in school when Scott decided to turn into a douche rag but don't expect Jackson to talk to you in the halls because he won't. He's still pretending that we mean nothing to him. Actually I don't think that's a show," Stiles scratched his head and frowned. Jackson really hadn't warmed up to anyone in the pack; Stiles didn't expect that to change anytime soon.
"Why is he here then?" Boyd asked, "Why would the alpha let someone into the pack that doesn't want to be there?"
"Derek does because Jackson needs it more than he wants it. He's still struggling with shifting and I think he's more alone than any of us but don't tell him I said that because seriously he might kick my ass," Stiles paused, "Never mind, I'm going to tell him the next time Derek is trying to get him to shift."
Boyd snorted with a nod but took a deep breath, turning a little towards Stiles, "He's not like the alpha I met. He doesn't force his will on us."
"No he doesn't, Peter did that to Scott and to Derek. Peter tried to force my best friend to kill with him; he made him watch a murder. Derek is a good alpha, he never asked for it and most of the time he's still wandering around the dark but he'll get there. I know he will."
"Did he kill Peter, isn't that the only way to take an alpha power? That's what I heard anyway," Boyd asked.
Stiles shrugged and tried to focus on the question because it had nothing to do with what he'd been doing at the time but he couldn't stop the shudder from passing over his chest and down his arms, "I wasn't actually awake when it happened but from what they told me Peter willed the power to Derek, it was either that or die. I'm glad it didn't come to that because Derek didn't want to kill him, being his only surviving family. I might have, but Derek couldn't and I don't hold that against him."
"An alpha who hasn't killed, I didn't know that was possible."
Stiles didn't see the point or the reason to share about Paige, it wasn't what Boyd meant. She was a private hell for Derek and if he wanted to tell his betas about it, that was Derek's decision. Instead he said what Derek would say, "Just because you're a predator doesn't mean you're a killer."
"But Peter was," Boyd said.
Stiles shrugged again as they turned back towards the house again, "He was crazed from what happened to him. He only killed the people responsible for the genocide inflicted on his family. Trust me when I say I am not a huge fan of Peter Hale after he buried me alive but I get it and in a weird way he saved me from something much worse. If someone hurt my dad, I don't think anyone could stop me from hunting down the sonofabitch who did it. I'm also not a big fan of the way Peter killed them because it brought the Hunters here and put a target on Derek's back but again, he was a tad crazy from what happened."
"And the hunter?" Boyd asked quietly, like he didn't want to open a suspected wound. He didn't say her name so Stiles wasn't as bothered, 'hunter' could be anyone and they could be talking about someone else. It didn't have to be Stiles lying on the ground with her hand down his pants and a pain stick in the other hand. It didn't have to be his ear that she whispered 'sweet' words into, and caused confusion and disgust.
"I'd kill her in a second for what she's done to people," Stiles snarled.
"And for what she did to you?" He didn't say anything else but Stiles tensed, thinking he might wonder what she did. No one really talked about it, only the Sheriff, Stiles and Derek really knew and Scott knew even though he wasn't here to be a part of Stiles's recovery.
Stiles forced the tension out of his muscles, trying to relax even though Boyd could probably smell the anxiety on him. Stiles couldn't help but notice the strain in Boyd's shoulders at the topic. He shrugged and veered the conversation away from what she'd done to him, "She's done worse to others. I can't think of what she did to me, not if I want to stay upright and I will not be cowed by her."
Boyd nodded and they continued the walk in silence.
As they got close enough, they could hear the ruckus outside from the backyard so the three of them walked around the side of the house to find Allison and Jackson sparring, with Derek and Lydia cheering from the sidelines. Jackson was shifted, though that probably had more to do with the jeering from Lydia, it had been almost a week of working with them several times and he was still struggling without some source of contention. Derek was concerned that it meant that Jackson was still fighting the Bite but he'd stopped excreting black fluid so they had no reason to think he was going to die or anything. Derek was about two days from finding the nearest pothead in the school and confiscating the stash to try and see if they could chemically loosen up Jackson which was something Stiles is willing to pay to see happen. As far as he could tell they would feel the high but the werewolf metabolism would rid Jackson's system of the drug in short order, would be a short but excellent show in Stiles's opinion.
"Hey, Boyd's back," Stiles shouted as he shoved the immovable man in the direction of the others and he just raised a brow. Stiles shooed him over to the other betas and Allison turned to rush him.
Boyd caught her mid leap and dropped her to the ground, using his height and weight against her. Allison grunted as air whooshed quickly out of her lips then she laughed. She was pretty chill about getting tossed around though that could have more to do with the fact that she frequently used such moves to inflict pain on others. She would wait for someone to throw her off, use the momentum to twist and spring on the unsuspecting victim or even send a lethal kick to a vulnerable kneecap. Stiles didn't know what a broken kneecap sounded like until one of her kicks caught Derek by surprise. She was very good at using her slighter weight against the guys. She was mostly a badass who was used to hard training and the werewolf healing just made her all the more dangerous. He was glad most days that she was on their side. And that didn't even include the training that she was still getting from her father.
Stiles walked the rest of the way to sit down on the steps next to Derek; he wrapped an arm around the alpha's shoulders and squeezed a little.
"You okay?" Derek asked.
"Of course," Stiles snorted, "I can take a walk around the block with my protector dog and a big beta and be okay, ya know."
Derek smiled, "I don't like letting you out of my sight. Sorry about that."
Stiles squeezed again because there was nothing Derek should be sorry about, "I know man. We are both getting over some massive shit. Thanks for letting it be Boyd this time. I know that would have been difficult for you."
The alpha nodded and watched the three betas while Lydia ruffled Echo's face and coat while she pretended that she couldn't hear every word. Actually the betas could hear too because they would have had to walk several yards away from them to get any actual privacy so Stiles didn't quite care. Then Derek turned and looked at Stiles, keeping eye contact looking solemn, "I can't see you hurt again. I don't think I'll survive it. You're too important."
Stiles flushed, nodding before shoving Derek gently away from him, "Go train your betas, you big softie." He couldn't get into the hard truth with Derek right now that Stiles was undoubtedly going to get hurt again, he was a human in a werewolf pack who wanted to take out the woman who assaulted him. Echo and Derek wouldn't always be able to keep him safe all the time, but he wasn't willing to open that can of worms because there was no winning that talk right now. For either of them.
Derek smirked, getting up and walking over to the others while Stiles grabbed the pooper-scooper and did a lap around the small backyard. His dad would kill him if they started tracking dog crap into the house because werewolves were too busy grappling with each other to notice the poop. When he disposed of the results of his search he returned to the step and sat down with Lydia and Echo while the werewolves wrestled.
The rest of the Sunday passed by with fighting then lunch. Jackson left soon after they shared a meal and Stiles knew how important that was. Meals shared together was a way to build fellowship in community with humans, he knew from all the time that he spent with Derek that the same was true of werewolves if not even more important. Lydia and Allison left as well, leaving it just Stiles, Derek and Boyd. The Sheriff had been at the station all day and he would be coming home for dinner but Echo breathed a sigh when the door closed on the last guest and Stiles chuckled, "I hear you girl. It's going to take some getting used to."
"What? You don't have parties or anything?" Boyd asked, smirking a little, the flash of teeth a bright counterpoint to his dark skin.
"No, it was usually just me and Scott, I had this other friend for a long time Heather but when she ended up at a different school we weren't that close."
"That's it huh? Two friends for your whole life? This must be a change."
Stiles nodded, "Not a bad change, just will take some getting used to."
"The noise probably isn't helping your PTSD either," Derek muttered and Stiles looked over at him in surprise. So did Boyd. When their stares stayed glued to the side of his head, Derek turned and raised a brow. Boyd immediately looked down and away but Stiles wasn't cowed by his alpha-ness so Derek just shrugged, "I read. A lot. About PTSD and what you might experience. Hypersensitivity can be one of the side effects, even to things that have nothing to do with the original trauma."
Stiles smiled softly at the thought of Derek searching of information that would be helpful for Stiles but also himself. Derek was accomplished at not considering what was good for him but Stiles hoped that the information got through that thick self-shaming skull of his.
"You have books or did you go to the library or a coffee shop for WIFI?" Stiles asked with a grin.
Derek rolled his eyes, "I went to the library since I don't have a computer."
"Computers are vital to research Derek, come on man!" Stiles exclaimed though he was smiling and Derek had that little smirk. Boyd was looking between the two of them like they were crazy.
"Sometimes things are too important to put into a computer or a website."
Stiles grasped his chest in mock horror, "You take that back!"
Derek shook his head. Stiles let the conversation shift to how they were going to handle Boyd's introduction to the school. He was a new kid living in the same house as Derek Hale, the new alpha in town, and he was going to be spending time with Stiles and the others. It was only a matter of time before all their careful under-the-radar living was going to crash around their ears. Stiles was busy thinking of other plans for Allison since her parents weren't going to believe that she was spending all of her time at the Martin residence and God forbid the parents actually talk to each other. They couldn't all keep crashing in the Stilinski house, there wasn't enough space but the idea of Derek leaving with the others hurt the Stiles's head and heart so he refused to suggest it unless it became necessary.
Boyd would start the paperwork and he was going to be 'living' with the Stilinski's for the moment so the Argents weren't going to miss that change but they couldn't stop it. To be fair, Boyd wasn't turned against his will or by Derek at all. He needed an alpha and Stiles was interested to see if Chris and Victoria Argent were ballsy enough to cause a fuss about him taking in someone who needed help. They were all going to have to wait and see.
Thankfully Boyd had already been emancipated due to the fallout with his parents, something he'd sought when they tried to send him to jail for something he hadn't done though Boyd didn't tell them how he managed to do that, possibly with Dr. Marcus's assistance. And once they were settled and everything; Stiles, Derek and Boyd were still going to be seeing the good doctor during the week. Stiles had training, self-defense class and gun range all after school so it was already shaping up to be a full week.
Once Derek seemed satisfied with a plan, they ate dinner and his dad had left a while before with a packed lunch Derek made for the other man. Stiles couldn't help snickering at his dad's face when Derek shoved the bag into his hands and walking away. Stiles leaned over and opened the sack to find a sandwich and carrot sticks inside and laughed as his dad muttered a thank you and headed out to the station.
After dinner they settled into the living room for homework and movies. Stiles wasn't behind but he had a little bit to do for some extra credit. Oddly, being buds with Lydia made him a little competitive, wanting to kick her butt scholastically speaking, not that she was going to be easily taken but therein lay the challenge.
With Lydia and Allison hanging out with him in the afternoon frequently, it was easy to get into a routine that allowed them to work on their homework together over the past weeks when they weren't training. Derek would just listen to them talk about what was happening at school, sometimes he would hover and make Stiles something to snack on. Apparently cooking and feeding your betas was a thing for alphas? Though Stiles didn't know of sure, just knew that Derek seemed to feel better when he was taking care of them.
They were halfway through Iron Man when Stiles's dad came in through the front and stopped to stare at them, his eyes wide and scared. Stiles snapped up and away from Derek's warm side at the expression on his face, "Dad, what is it?"
"It hit again," his dad responded, scraping his fingers through his hair in agitation. "Same deep wounds in the chest, exactly like the hunter from last week. Please tell me you guys have been here!"
Stiles nodded, "Yeah Dad, since early afternoon and I just went on a walk around the block with Boyd. Nothing else since the other night."
His dad glared at him, "What other night?"
"You know, last night. We went running and something bumped into the jeep, I told you didn't I?" Stiles turned back to Derek who was shaking his head.
"Jesus Stiles!" his dad snapped and Stiles and Boyd both flinched at the tone.
"Sorry Dad, it didn't occur to me to say anything, it was basically nothing."
"Let," his dad gritted out, "Me decide that next time. This thing has killed two people now and come to find out it attacked you last night!"
"No attacks!" Stiles scrambled to his feet, holding his hands out in surrender. "Echo was barking at it, something shoved into the truck and then it was gone. It didn't touch any of the pack or me, it just scared us."
"This time," his dad said and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Next time just tell me something happened otherwise, they go. If I have to deal with my son lying to me again, I just can't deal with everything else."
"I didn't lie," Stiles muttered.
"What would you consider lying then?" his dad asked, crossing his arms.
"Reclining," Stiles started not thinking before he spoke, "in a horizontal position?"
His dad crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
"Okay, yeah I omitted the truth of a scare from last night and I won't do it again. I promise I will tell you about every little thing when it happens okay?"
His dad glared at him and Stiles sighed again before his dad spoke, "I know your being a sarcastic kid right now Stiles but I'm serious. I can't do the lies and 'omissions'" he air quoted the word and Stiles narrowed his eyes in annoyance, "I just can't do that, okay?"
Stiles opened his mouth to spew out more excuses when Derek stood up and pressed a hand to the back of his neck, "Remember what it was like for us when you were gone? Try, okay."
Stiles deflated and nodded, "You're right Dad. I'm sorry."
His dad nodded decisively, putting it aside as he reached out and tugged Stiles into one of his back slapping hugs before he stepped back and they shook off all the emotion. Stiles shifted a little to see that Derek was pressing a comforting hand on Boyd's shoulder, the betas claws were out and gripped against the palms of his hands. It took another minute of everyone purposefully not watching Boyd for the other werewolf to get control of himself then Derek turned back to Stiles and his dad.
"Any leads?" Derek asked.
"Any connections?" Stiles asked, talking over Derek now that his mind was racing off into if this was another Peter thing? Bennett was the first death so this creature was new to town. He wanted to do some searching and see if there were any possible connections so maybe they could catch this guy before any more death if it wasn't just rampant destruction. It would be easy to see this as chaos but they thought that about the deaths that Peter was carrying out, but there had been a reason. They couldn't pretend that wasn't at least a possibility because it was a supernatural creature.
His dad opened his notebook, calmer now after the talk with his son. "It looks like his name was Richard Carter, he was found in his backyard, same marks in his chest but there obviously hasn't been an autopsy yet. I get the feeling that the Argents wouldn't want their hunter to end up in the hospital because this is a pattern and the Sheriff's department is going to be running down every lead. This way they can't run off into the woods and just kill it. But also, my department can't have another thing like last year. I haven't been able to look any possible connections but I don't know if there would be any between a 25-year-old hunter and a CPA in his late forties."
"Dad, we didn't think there was a connection with Peter's murders."
"Stiles," his dad said, rolling his eyes "I know how to do my job, I'll look into it and if there is any news I will let you know but you are going to stay out of this. You hear me?"
Stiles thought about the dark box, the hands in his pants and wrapped his arms around his stomach nodding.
"We'll be on the lookout, its strange that the bodies were found in two very different places as well," Derek started.
"Very true Derek, it seems like there might be more differences than similarities at the moment but hopefully we can find something before there is a third body."
With that he turned and headed right back out the door. Stiles still standing there, staring after his dad, hearing Kate's voice, 'I'm coming back for you baby.'
"Stiles?" Derek whispered and pressed a hand to his arm.
Stiles jumped and looked at Derek, "Sorry. Little jumpy."
Derek nodded and pulled him into his chest for a long hug, refusing to let go until Stiles sagged against him heavily, "Your dad is really good at his job and this still doesn't need to be about us."
Stiles nodded, "Do you think he was right about the Argents not wanting Bennett's body to be found?"
Derek shrugged, "I don't know enough about the hunters to say but if they don't know what this is, they would have needed the body to figure it out. We could ask Allison if she's heard anything from her parents about it."
Stiles pulled away, "Yeah, I'll talk to her about it tomorrow. For now, I think locked doors and being in bed with two werewolves sounds like the best idea."
"Sure, lets get everything turned off and we can double check all the doors and everything. Why don't you take Echo out for her last walk of the night, Boyd go with Stiles and I will lock up?"
They nodded, Stiles not arguing about the escort and headed to the back door with Echo on his heels.
Noah watched as Melissa squatted down in front of a teenaged girl, about Stiles's age and tried to think why she looked so familiar. She has long ratty dark blonde hair, dressed in a hospital gown and a case of acne and pockmarks on her chin. She looked exhausted but still smiling when Melissa touched her hand gently. The girl was transferred quickly into the care of another nurse, leaving Melissa alone so Noah took a chance to walk forward.
"Melissa, can I speak to you a minute?"
She smiled, "Sheriff Stilinski, don't tell me you need medical care?" she said jokingly as she looked around, undoubtedly for Stiles.
Noah smiled, "No, I doing well despite my son's insistence on eating boring crap every meal he can force on me."
Melissa smiled, "How can I help you?"
"I would like to know if there was anything else about the body that came in. I know it's not been enough time for a complete autopsy but have you seen it?"
"Yeah, I was here when the body came in and I will be working with the pathologist so you will get the report but there was something I noticed. I can get us down there, do you want to see it now?"
Noah nodded and they walked off towards the elevator since the morgue was on a sublevel of the hospital. Melissa pushed the corresponding button and they waited for the door to open as she fidgeted a little with the pockets of her scrubs.
"You okay Mel?" Noah asked her as the door opened and they slipped inside.
"That girl, Erica Reyes, she has epilepsy and I just couldn't stop thinking that Scott isn't sick anymore. He doesn't have asthma anymore because of the bite. I don't know what to do because I think she deserves a chance to actually have a life. She's always being hospitalized."
Noah stared at her, "You think she should get the Bite?" He thought about the other night when Derek came in and told him what Scott had said to Stiles. It was one of the few things that he wasn't pushing Stiles about telling him but the other teenager's absence was strongly felt in the house in recent weeks. They hadn't known Boyd when he was human and Derek was born a werewolf so he didn't know if they were all like that when they were changed but Scott as a test case was scary.
"I think that anything is better than living like she does. She is stuck at home with her mother and father, not allowed to do anything with friends. Being a werewolf," she whispered as the doors opened and they walked out into the hallway before she continued. "It must be better than what she has now."
Noah took a deep breath as they walked into the morgue and turned to her, "Do you know what your son has been putting my son through for the past couple weeks? They aren't friends anymore; he's said awful things to Stiles and Derek. He has had mood swings and he could go crazy, and you want some girl to have it too?"
Melissa sighed and walked over to pull out one of the drawers and Noah looked down as she donned some gloves and pointed down at the space at the back of the man's neck and Noah looked closer to see the surgical cut on the back of the neck.
"Was that a part of the attack?" he asked reaching out then pulling back before Melissa had a chance to correct him. Noah knew what it meant to contaminate a body.
"It was separate from the rest of the marks but we took a sample of the moisture that we found in and around the wound for testing but before that happened, one of the coroner's assistance got a little of it on their skin and his arm went dead for about fifteen minutes. He's okay, though he's being reprimanded for the misstep but if I had my guess, I believe this cut happened at the beginning of the attack and it acts as some kind of paralytic that the creature/assailant is using to disable the victim before it cuts them apart. They wouldn't be able to move especially because it is entering the blood stream through the cut and right below the brain to boot."
"Was it on the other body?" Noah asked.
Melissa looked towards him and nodded, "It's the same which means that this is the same killer. I know you knew that but I wanted you to know that we found this because this thing, whatever it is, its dangerous and has the ability to drop you and you wouldn't have the ability to fight back. Tell the boys to be careful out there, tell the deputies to be careful out there."
Noah raised a brow in question, "The same deputies that are still convinced we had a bobcat or a mountain lion terrorizing the villagers last year? Those deputies?"
Melissa reached out and pressed a hand to his shoulder, "Just be careful out there Noah, Stiles needs you now more than ever. We all do."
Noah swallowed convulsively and nodded, "I will Mel." He reached up and gripped her hand tightly before they pulled away and she closed the drawer. Noah turned back and they both walked out of the morgue. He walked slowly, thinking about this newest thing that could take any man or woman down with a small slice across the back of the neck. They got back to the elevator and headed back to the main floor in silence. He didn't know what to say and because their sons weren't living at each other's houses right now, Noah just didn't know what to say. He'd always felt that the only thing he had in common with Melissa was their sons, their spouses weren't there anymore for various reasons. She had always been there when Claudia started getting sick, she'd helped him with Stiles a lot and she'd been there every time his wife seemed to be getting worse but their kids and losing spouses did not a friendship make. He was about to turn towards the exit as the door opened and they heard the commotion. Melissa moved quickly out of the elevator and shouted, "Erica!"
Noah followed her and watched as the young girl that Melissa had been speaking with shuddered and seized on the floor. He didn't walk over; moving toward the action would just get Noah in the way of the doctors doing their jobs. Melissa took the girl's hand while they shifted Erica onto her side and a syringe was inserted into her arm and then it was a harsh wait to see if she would fall silent. But she didn't, Erica just kept shuddering then still then it would begin again even more violently. And Noah was left useless in the face of a young girl's body turning against her. There was nothing the doctor's could do except wait for it to stop, Noah could see it on their faces and Melissa looked shell shocked.
He didn't even realize he was holding his breath until Erica's body stilled and Melissa and the other doctors' moved into action, getting her resettled on a nearby stretcher and she was wheeled away. Melissa turned and walked back to him and gripped his hand again, right below the wrist. "Think about it please?"
"I couldn't do anything for her, even if I wanted to," Noah answered.
"But the alpha can," Melissa whispered before she turned and jogged after her patient and Noah turned to leave. He didn't know what else to do, maybe Derek or Deaton or even Marcus would have some information. He didn't want to get Melissa's hopes up, or god forbid get Erica's hopes up if it wouldn't help anyway but the seizures—maybe Melissa was right that being changed could be better than this.
He got into his vehicle and slipped the key into the ignition and paused as he thought about someone he could ask. Derek would tell him what he needed to know but he was new and from what he'd noticed it would be difficult for the alpha to not try to fix it or make a really bad choice. He leaned back into the seat and pulled out his cellphone and flicked through the numbers then made a quick decision and pushed the little green phone.
The small jingle of the ringing number got louder as he pressed it to his ear. Then it clicked and she spoke, "This is Siobhan Marcus, how can I help you?"
"Hey, this is Sheriff Noah Stilinski, I was calling for some advice. Is this a good time?"
Dr. Marcus hmm'ed and did something for a second and then answered, "I got about ten minutes, is it Stiles or Derek? Is it Boyd?"
"No, the boys are doing fine, I'm calling to ask your opinion about something. From what you said, you know a lot about the supernatural world?"
"Yes, what did you have a question about?"
"Well there's this girl and she has a bad case of epilepsy and a friend of mine, Scott's mom in fact, was wondering if she could be turned. Since Scott had asthma and now he doesn't."
Siobhan made a noise of consideration, "I believe so but I would suggest speaking to someone who knows a lot more than I do about turning someone. I think there is another pack nearby but I wouldn't know who they are. Maybe you can ask Derek about them maybe, see if he has contacts but I think you are going to need someone older. Someone who made contacts before the fire."
"Peter Hale is the only other one who's alive," Noah sighed, not looking forward to that conversation mostly because he didn't know how it could possibly be helpful. The other Hale didn't seem to be a helpful individual and he had mostly been trouble before the fire from what Noah remembered about him.
"I will check around and see if there is a way I can touch base without coming to that but it might be your best option. I don't know what kind of information I will be able to find. I will get in touch with you about it tomorrow maybe. Was there anything else I could help you with?"
Noah looked down at the notepad considering, "Do you think anyone would know about supernatural monsters besides the hunters? We have something that is slicing up people and has the ability to paralyze its victims. I need as much information as possible and I know for a fact that the Argents aren't going to share information."
"Most of that kind of stuff didn't really come up in my training or in sessions but I will ask you how you found me?"
"The veterinarian, Alan Deaton," Noah responded and grabbed the notebook and made a note to call the veterinarian later and consider a trip to Eichen House. "Thank you Dr. Marcus!"
"Please, call me Siobhan."
"Noah," he responded and said his goodbyes and hung up.
There would be more to do tomorrow but for now he had to get back to the station and check everything out. He needed to make sure his deputies know about the paralytic agent, even if it wasn't going to be easy to explain.