Chapter 2:
Sheriff Stilinski thought about his conversation with Parrish. The kid did seem familiar, somehow. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. Something so obvious.
His thoughts were interrupted by voices. Some of the officers had just come back from a police patrol.
"Stop any crimes? Made any passionate speeches about great power and great responsibility? Run around in spandex?"
"Nah, we just went out to have a drink, because we, unlike you, actually happen to be over 21."
"Ha ha, very funny. "
"How old are you anyway kid?"
"I'm 24, idiots."
Stilinski sat up suddenly. 24. That's what he was trying to remember.
The Sheriff got up and rustled through his desk. His hand found the book he was looking for.
The title read Beacon Hills Yearbook 2006.
Stilinski flicked through the pages until he got to the ones on the swim team.
"No way." He muttered. He grabbed the book and took off to find a file.
Camden Lahey's file.
