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Stilinski,
We’re coming for him, like it or not.
The note that slipped out of the envelope was accompanied by a photo of Stiles.
In a rifle sight.
The Sheriff bowed his head, sighting heavily. This was the third threat against Stiles in as many days, but this was the first one that came accompanied by a picture. It made him sick, not knowing who was doing this. He had upset so many people through arrests and the like, and not all of them were still behind bars.
Whoever wrote the note asked for nothing, just threatened Stiles, and the Sheriff knew that he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Parrish!” He called, and seconds later, the new deputy was in his office.
Parrish had been hired a week or two ago, but he had spent all of his time with paperwork and evidence – really, no one had seen him in uniform, and the guy was new to town.
“Yes, sir?” Parrish asked, entering the office.
“I have an assignment for you,” he stated, gesturing for Parrish to sit down across from him.
“Anything, sir,” Parrish stated. “I’ve been itching to get into the field.”
“How do you feel about going undercover?” Sheriff asked. “In the High School.”
He pushed the papers, the three notes, and the picture, towards Parrish, who read them, and looked up at the Sheriff. He knew Stiles from the pictures the Sheriff had of him on his desk, he knew who the kid in the rifle sight was.
“Your son?” He asked, though he knew the answer.
“Yes.” The Sheriff nodded. “I need you to go into the high school, just get close to him, stay close to him, be his friend, do anything you have to, just keep him safe. That’s your only job. However you have to do it, just do.”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded. “I won’t let you down, sir.”