They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens when life gives you an organ-stealing cult, a horror game come to life, and drug-dealing drama all while you're trying to have a normal junior year of high school? Savanna Marrows is...
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"So tell me," Betty asked as I walked up to the two of them at the entrance of the Five Seasons. "Who's this blonde bombshell the two of you are tracking down?"
"Apparently," I paused to wave my ID at the receptionist who let us in without another glance. "Hiram was having an affair with a woman and he broke things off with her so she may be angry enough to try and kill him."
Betty shook her head slightly as we walked through the halls. "Well, that was a sentence if I've ever heard one."
"Do you even know where we're going?" Jughead asked as I continued to turn corners.
I shook my head. "Not a clue. Mom's clearly not going to know room numbers and I can't exactly ask Hiram so."
"Well, what if there's no room number to give?" Betty suggested as she pointed to a door that had a red maple leaf in place of a number. I shrugged as Jughead reached forward to knock on the door.
"How's everything going for you?" I asked Betty as we waited for someone to answer.
She frowned and leaned against the wall. "Well, the night we were at Pop's and my card declined turned out to be my mother giving all of my college savings to the Farm. I had to go and visit my dad to have him prove that she forged his signature. It's been a mess of things, really. Now my investigation's on hold until I hear back from Dr. Curdle Jr. Turns out there was no autopsy on Claudius. Penelope had him cremated before he could perform one. But I'm hoping there's something in Clifford Blossom's report instead that could be helpful."
"And I thought my life was chaotic," I mumbled. My patience wore thin as nobody came to the door. "As usual," I huffed and grabbed the knob, twisting it open to my surprise. The room inside was dark, covered in velvet and red with random, barely dressed women skirting around as if we weren't even there.
"And now there's a not-so-secret sex club in Riverdale," Betty said as she nodded.
We pushed aside another curtain where a woman was feeding a man grapes from her spot above him. I frowned at the whole atmosphere. Of all places we had to come to, this would be the one.
"Excuse me?" Jughead interrupted which caused the man to scramble away. "What is this place?"
The lady was obviously irritated with our presence. "The Maple Club," She responded shortly. "A safe place as long as you know the safe word."
I resisted the urge to gag and shoved a photo in her face. "Have you seen this woman? She ever come in here?" I asked.
The lady took a few steps closer to me with the frown still on her face. "You just scared off one of my clients." With a roll of my eyes, I reached into my pocket and grabbed two hundred dollar bills before slapping them in her hand. She observed the offer for a moment before answering my previous question. "She doesn't work here, but I've seen her around. Try room 311."
