CARMEN, riverdale.

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   "MS. CARMEN Murdock?" Came Sheriff Keller's voice, interrupting her sifting through her locker. She looked at him, alarmed, as he and two officers strode up to her.

"I need you to come down to the station with me, you and Jughead Jones."

"Huh? What for?" Carmen looked at the father of her friend, confused.

"You are under arrest for the alleged possession of firearms, as well as keeping a whole arsenal of them in your home," Sheriff Keller told her with a sigh.

"Jesus Christ," Carmen cursed, rubbing her forehead. "I knew it was a bad thing to drink last night. Ronnie, call my dad,"

"We're gonna get you out, Carmen, don't worry."

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   KELLER PUT down the gun on the table in disbelief. "So how about we start off by telling me why you have these, Carmen,"

"My father's a highly respected private security consultant, ex-Marine Lieutenant, federally licensed firearm dealer and head of a military contracting security firm, to which I admit that I occasionally partake in. I have license to deal with these firearms, too, Sheriff," Carmen explained. "Old habits die hard, but when we left where we moved from, we had left the shady bastards that had us by our necks. I promise you, their purpose is solely for protection."

"And your whereabouts on the week of July 11th?"

"New York, in the conference room of my father and I's old apartment, talking to Hiram Lodge about the end of the security contract. I like to keep track of what I do, if you don't mind," Carmen admitted.

"I don't, Carmen. I'm not terrorizing you or anything, but why wouldn't you have relayed this information earlier?" He stares at her.

"Would it have made any difference? I did not kill Jason Blossom, and neither did my father. We didn't even know what he looked like until my dad signed a security contract with Penelope and Clifford Blossom two nights before his memorial," Carmen tilted her head once more. "If I were to relay this information a little earlier, what point could it have made?"

"I'll come back to you later, Carmen. Wait for your father," Sheriff Keller told her, and left the room.

Carmen sighed, dropping her handcuffed hands on the table loudly with a clang and brought her face to her palms to rub over her eyes and even run her fingers through her hair.

"Damn, I really must have lost my mind,"

"You better not tell me that you have just brought my daughter in without her lawyer or even calling me," She heard her father, seething, suddenly burst through the doors. He reached for her arm, pointing to the handcuffs around her wrists. "Fucking take these off of her right now or I swear to God I'll tear you down."

"Dad, calm down. They just asked questions, nothing else. Calm down, please. Dad," Carmen pleaded, grabbing her father's black coat clad arm as she looked at him desperately.

"Get those off her," He grounds out, seeming to not hear her plea. "The next time you try to accuse my child of carrying firearms, you come to me instead and not drag my daughter from school with your jack shit excuse, hear me? Come to me, not her."