"'The place'?"

"Ms. Argent's giant mansion where we're meeting her? Are we not getting an invite? I can probably score an invite." 

"I'm not sure we should expect to find gang insignias at her place, or to have the freedom of it to look at any rate, and we've seen how breaking in pans out." She does not look pointedly at her son.

Her son manages to look somewhat guilty anyway.

"Okay, so Kaede offers an apology for his really awful, just shameful behavior, and I get lost on my way to the bathroom and get some investigating done." 

"Do you expect to be able to do that? There are security cameras—they are what caught Kaede."

"Okay, so I'll look but I won't touch. I'll open a few rooms looking for the bathroom, but I won't go in any. I can still spot suspicious stuff. Did you guys find anything weird after I left?" 

"Not really," she lies. "Are we looking for anything in particular? It's somewhat hard to figure out about magically appearing boys without raising suspicion."

"How good are you at reading people? I can just ask her directly about him. If she recognizes him. It won't be that threatening coming from the Sheriff's kid, not when I'm grieving." 

"Not bad, but Kaede's better."

He looks smug about this.

He swallows. 

"That's good. So I'll have a little outburst, some crying, and she'll have some kind of reaction, and you can at least decide what she knows. Maybe Kaede can shoo me out after, and you can apologize, mother to mother. Talk your way into a tour?"

"A tour—perhaps. Kaede should probably apologize before your outburst, however."

"Sure, work that out between yourselves, I'm not her mom." 

They hash out a few more details of the conversation and eventually decide on a visit for Kaede to apologize with Stiles tagging along for unknown-until-outburst purposes, during which he will question Victoria about owning the pawn shop and accuse her of terrible things. Kaede will get him outside, and Yeong will apologize for this again, and they'll see where that goes.

"Um, by the way, if you have time, could you. Talk to my dad. Say something vaguely comforting about what he said, when he died?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thanks. Was there anything else, or should we just- prepare for the meeting. Should I wear a suit? I should probably wear a suit. I'm not sure I have a suit." 

"I'm not sure a suit is necessary, and would imply a lot more preparedness than I think we want her to think we have."

"Okay. Is that everything?"

"I believe so. Perhaps I should talk to your father first, do you think?"

"If you want. I think it'll help him." 

She nods. "Let's go, then, shall we?"

He leads the way- though they probably remember how to get to the station.

Sheriff Stilinski is sitting behind his desk, in his office.