Chapter Three
"Agent Granger, nice to see you back."
"Sheriff Stilinski!" I responded, maybe a little too cheerily. "These are my partners. I called them in from D.C. last night. This is agent… um… Solo and Skywalker!"
Sheriff Stilinski raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
Sam coughed and gave me an annoyed look. "Nice to meet you, Sheriff. I'm Agent Solo. Agent Granger was telling me about the deaths around here. Quite… interesting. To be honest, I've never seen anything like it. I was wondering if you could show me to the evidence room?"
"And while my partner does that, I would like to take a look at the vics." Dean cut in.
"I'll come with you." I said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.
"Alright. Parish, take Agent Solo to the evidence room. You two come with me." He paused and shouted into the next room. "Stiles, man my desk while I'm gone."
I turned to see the Sheriff's teenage son walk into the the office. I had seen him before, hanging around the precinct. He had an eager, nervous energy along with short brown hair and wild eyes. "Sure thing, dad. By the way, I'm going to Scott's house tonight. I'll be home late."
"Alright, but you have school tomorrow. Don't stay out too late."
"School's over next month. I'll be fine." Stiles gave his dad a obnoxious wink and plopped down in leather spinning chair.
Sheriff Stilinski rolled his eyes and led us to a room in the back. "Some of the less recent vics have already been buried, but we still have a lot of people from the Titanic incident. Hey Smith, pull out Tonya Jones." An older woman nodded and opened the freezer door to a cold lifeless body of a woman in her late twenties.
"What would you say the cause of death was?" Dean asked, looking slightly unnerved.
"Frozen, of course. She had hypothermia." The Sheriff responded.
"Do we know where she was before she was at the rink?"
"Yes, she was getting groceries. A witness places her walking to her car. That's the last time she was seen."
"And where is the car?"
"Still in the grocery store lot."
"Right." Dean sighed. "There wouldn't, perchance, happen to be some sort of witness. Like a janitor or something that was working late? Someone who saw what was going on?"
"Well there's Rose." Sheriff Stilinski responded.
"Rose? Rose who?" I asked. I hadn't heard of any Rose.
"Rosalie Teforah. She was the Rose in the Director's version. Poor girl. She suffered from serious hypothermia, but was still alive when we found her. I guess the Director wanted to be accurate."
"Do you have her address by any chance?" Dean asked. "I think we should interview her later."
"Haha, okay, but it won't get you anywhere. The poor girl can't even form complete sentences." The Sheriff glanced at Dean's serious expression, "Anyway…" He wrote down the address on a spare sheet of paper and handed it to Dean.
"Thank you. Now, I'm wondering-"
"Dad!" A timid voice shouted. I turned to see Stiles in the doorway, looking out of breath and scared. "There's been another murder."
"Where?" Sheriff Stilinski replied immediately, already heading toward the door.
"Some parking lot under the highway. Near Bernstein Street."
Dean threw me a look. "Let's go." And the four of us headed toward the parking lot.