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code - chapter sixty two

rosie

"So, the Walcott's were the first." Stiles said. "At least the first that we know about. Four murders. Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute. Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was killed by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a claymore mine. Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house. And got decapitated outside his car. And then last night, 23-year-old Carrie Hudson." He finished, looking at his father.

"It's a dead pool." Scott said. "A hit list of supernatural creatures." He gave the list to Sheriff Stilinski. "This is only a part of it. The rest still has to be decoded."

"Who found this list?" Sheriff asked.

"Lydia and Rosie." Stiles said.

"How?" Sheriff looked at me.

"We wrote it." I replied. 

"Actually, they transcribed it. Without realizing it." Stiles said and I nod.

"Banshee?" Sheriff mumbled.

"Banshee." Stiles and I nod.

Sheriff nods. "Beautiful. Alright, what are these numbers next to the names?" He pointed to the list.

"We're getting to that." Stiles said. "First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key."

"Wait. You mean, like a... Like a key word?" Sheriff asked.

"It's actually a name." I said. 

"Allison." Scott whispered.

We all stayed quiet for a moment before Stiles spoke up.

"Her name broke a third of the list."

"And now we think there's two other cipher keys." Scott said.

"Which will give us the rest of the names." Sheriff murmured. "Okay. So how do we get the cipher keys?"

"Same way we got the code."

"Lydia and Rosie." Scott said, looking at me. "Lydia's been out at the lake house all weekend trying to find the other key words. And Rosie's been staying with her, trying to write it, since she did it before. They're trying it together, as well."

Sheriff nods, looking at the pictures of the people who were killed.

"You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie. Hmm?" He asked. "And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too?"

"I don't know." Scott replied. "But Deaton said that the nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here."

"Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County?" Sheriff asked. "The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000."

"And dropping." Stiles mumbled.

Sheriff rolled his eyes at his son. "But if we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at close to 500,000. Look, how many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about?" He groaned. "And what happens if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100?"

"We don't think there would be that many. There's a limit." Stiles said.

"Because of the numbers." Scott pointed at the list. "We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 117."

"117 what?"

"Million." I said and Stiles started to write something on the list.

"One hundred and seventeen million dollars, Dad." Stiles said. "Stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these murders."