“Pickens is collecting relics,” Jughead said, his mind racing. “Properties tied to old traumas. He’s not after land. He’s after leverage. Emotional real estate.”
Veronica’s smile was razor-thin. “What I had to. To protect the people I love. The question is: what are you willing to do to protect me?” Riverdale
“Archiekins,” she said, sliding a folded gala invitation across the counter to Pop, who accepted it without comment. “I see the Scooby gang is already assembled. Good. Because the navy suit won’t cut it this time.” “Pickens is collecting relics,” Jughead said, his mind
“Found it taped to my laptop this morning,” Betty said, her voice steady, though her hands trembled. “The same stationery my mom used for her ‘neighborhood watch’ letters back in the day. The same handwriting as the letters the Black Hood sent.” He’s after leverage
She sat down next to Jughead, who moved over reluctantly. “Pickens isn’t just digging up a barn. He’s digging up a sealed deposition from my father’s trial. A deposition that names names. Including mine.”
“Midnight,” Archie said. “The old barn. We finish this.”
Veronica raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking we start it.”