Derek's well aware of the furtive glances, and his jaw tightens as he ignores the implications of Stiles not wanting people to see them together. It's not like it's a surprise. Just because he considers Stiles pack doesn't mean the boy wants to be, just because they spend hours going over plans and possibilities in privacy doesn't mean Stiles wants anyone to know he's spending time with a suspected murderer and general all around bad influence. That's tough shit right now, though, because he caught their scent... and lost it. And he needs Stiles' brains to help him try and figure out what to do next. It's one of the few things about actually being an Alpha that he remembers his mom saying: she didn't have to be the smartest person in the pack, she just had to know how to use the intelligence of her betas to the pack's advantage.

"The strip mall just short of the light industrial district on the north end of town. The one with that bakery that... that Erica likes."