[ After having finally figured out what was going around in Beacon Hills back when Stiles was still in high school, the sheriff has found himself in a fairly precarious loop. How so much supernatural chaos happens in one community, he's never going to know. But for as long as he's sheriff, John Stilinski is going to do what he can to keep his city safe.
He supposes that's both as an officer of the law and an apparent member of the Beacon Hills werewolf pack, but he's still trying to get used to that, even with his son married to the alpha and attending college. At least now he knows the truth, and can do what he can to ensure that people are kept safe from the unknown. What had been previously unknown to him.
Suddenly having a body in his jurisdiction, in their territory, is disconcerting and worrisome. It's always awful to come on a scene where there's been a death, always hits close to home when he thinks of the loss their families might be enduring, but he steels himself and prepares for the worse.
As Anita clears her throat, he looks up at her from where he's taking notes-- half for himself and his own paperwork, half for his son and the pack-- and offers her his own tight smile. He's wary at the sudden appearance of a PI, but her arrival and name tell him that she's the one Stiles was talking about. ]
John Stilinski, sheriff. [ He's polite and professional in turn, if tired, as he flips his notebook shut and uses it to direct towards where the body's been sectioned off. ] One, Maria Nash. Caucasian female, twenty-six. A local to Beacon Hills, and the first one to be found across the city line.
Last one was found in the preserve-- [ A wide gesture with the pad at the surrounding area, before he slips into an inner breast pocket of his jacket. ] --but was still in the next county over.
[ Derek had said it was testing the boundaries of the surrounding territories, occupied and unoccupied. Which means this was something of a challenge, if he remembers right. ]
[She nods when he gives his name. Stiles' father. She could shake hands and exchange pleasantries later. That made this trickier, though. It helped that they wouldn't be in town long -- not once this was solved. If they were lucky, the sheriff would never see Dean outside of a suit and they'd get away from this clean.
Her eyes narrow slightly as she follows his gesture. She'd seen the last body, too -- they'd gotten a look at it in the morgue. The beast that had made the kill had done a hell of a job. It had almost been unrecognizable.]
Probable cause of death?
[Life would have been so much easier if she'd just had a badge that identified her as a preternatural expert.]
Matches up with the other bodies that've been found in outside counties, yeah. [ He purses his lips a little, obviously displeased with the situation at hand. ] That and the wooded areas are the only similarities, though. As far as we know, there's no correlation between victims, and no pattern.
[ If it really was a werewolf behind all of the murders, John knows they have a veritable army of preternatural experts at their disposal. But the trick of it is that they can't actually catch them. The hunters that call Beacon Hills home can't trap them, and the werewolves are finding it impossible to track them down.
It's getting frustrating, and there are so many lives being lost while they're chasing their own asses, as Stiles has said at least once. John's starting to fear for the community again, the same way he had back when the supernatural started to amp up their visits. ]
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He supposes that's both as an officer of the law and an apparent member of the Beacon Hills werewolf pack, but he's still trying to get used to that, even with his son married to the alpha and attending college. At least now he knows the truth, and can do what he can to ensure that people are kept safe from the unknown. What had been previously unknown to him.
Suddenly having a body in his jurisdiction, in their territory, is disconcerting and worrisome. It's always awful to come on a scene where there's been a death, always hits close to home when he thinks of the loss their families might be enduring, but he steels himself and prepares for the worse.
As Anita clears her throat, he looks up at her from where he's taking notes-- half for himself and his own paperwork, half for his son and the pack-- and offers her his own tight smile. He's wary at the sudden appearance of a PI, but her arrival and name tell him that she's the one Stiles was talking about. ]
John Stilinski, sheriff. [ He's polite and professional in turn, if tired, as he flips his notebook shut and uses it to direct towards where the body's been sectioned off. ] One, Maria Nash. Caucasian female, twenty-six. A local to Beacon Hills, and the first one to be found across the city line.
Last one was found in the preserve-- [ A wide gesture with the pad at the surrounding area, before he slips into an inner breast pocket of his jacket. ] --but was still in the next county over.
[ Derek had said it was testing the boundaries of the surrounding territories, occupied and unoccupied. Which means this was something of a challenge, if he remembers right. ]
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Her eyes narrow slightly as she follows his gesture. She'd seen the last body, too -- they'd gotten a look at it in the morgue. The beast that had made the kill had done a hell of a job. It had almost been unrecognizable.]
Probable cause of death?
[Life would have been so much easier if she'd just had a badge that identified her as a preternatural expert.]
The same as the previous bodies, I'm assuming.
['Wild dogs.' Right.]
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[ If it really was a werewolf behind all of the murders, John knows they have a veritable army of preternatural experts at their disposal. But the trick of it is that they can't actually catch them. The hunters that call Beacon Hills home can't trap them, and the werewolves are finding it impossible to track them down.
It's getting frustrating, and there are so many lives being lost while they're chasing their own asses, as Stiles has said at least once. John's starting to fear for the community again, the same way he had back when the supernatural started to amp up their visits. ]
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[She was out of her jurisdiction here, she knew, but she would keep gently prodding for information as long as she could get away with it.]
With so many similar deaths in such a short amount of time, don't you think it's safe to assume they're linked?
[She'd been operating under the assumption that they were, anyway.]
If not, that's an awfully big coincidence, even if spread across multiple counties.