Stiles...waits outside. 

Kaede does as well.

"Sheriff Stilinski?"

He looks up, sighing. 

"What did Stiles do?"

Oh does she know that feeling.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm dealing. You were the one who was there." 

"Yes, but you knew him." She sighs. "He asked me to tell you he's sorry. I—didn't mention it before, it happened very fast, but I thought you should know." That is, of course, a lie, but she's pretty sure it's true anyway.

"Right."

He swallows, closing his eyes.

"Thanks for telling me. Did he- do you know anything about what he was doing there? Why didn't he- did he say anything, do anything else?" 

She shakes her head. "He looked like he was trying to say something else, but..."

"Thank you. If there's anything I can do for you or your daughter, tell me." 

She nods. "I will. And I'm very sorry for your loss."

That seems to be that. 

He isn't feeling very personable.

She ducks her head and heads outside.

...where Stiles is laughing at something Kaede just said. 

It probably wasn't that funny. 

No, it wasn't, but Kaede is also aware of this.

"We should go," Yeong says, raising an eyebrow at her son.

Who winks back at her.

"Sure. Anything else we need to do? Last-minute inspiration?" 

"I don't think so."

In which case, Stiles will drive them...somewhere.

"Who, uh, knows how to get there? Did we talk about this?"

"I do," she says, and gives directions.

So Stiles drives them to a large suburban home.

More like a mansion, really. It's not quite in a neighborhood, so much as adjacent to some.

She rings the doorbell.

She answers. 

She looks cold and standoffish, though her expression flickers briefly when she looks at Yeong. 

"Can I help you?" 

"Mrs. Kreuzfeld? I am Yeong Jiang. I understand my child attempted to break into your house."