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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The Sheriff's Station was cold as I stood next to Jughead and FP the following morning. FP had called Jughead to let him know one of the Fizzle Rocks junkies was finally calming down enough to talk to us and hopefully provide some information.
"He's the guy I collared at Pop's," FP explained as we walked through the door of the interrogation room to where a man was sitting across the table under the light. "Finally woke up, that's when I called you. Hey." Mr. Jones tapped the table a couple of times so the guy would pay attention. "You could've really hurt someone, pal."
"Where'd you get the G?" Jughead asked as he stood behind me with a hand on the back of my chair. "From a guy named Kurtz?"
The man nodded. "Yeah. He wasn't my usual dealer. He was real aggressive, trying to get me to buy more than my usual."
"He's still in Riverdale," I mumbled to FP and Jughead, who both nodded. "Although it sounds like he's getting pretty desperate."
Mr. Jones pulled out his phone as he started ringing. He frowned at the contact name before looking up at us. "It's Laura, our lady friend from the Maple Club. Hello?"
Our next move included heading to the Maple Club where a disturbance had been reported. It was possible this could involve more Fizzle Rocks, which only confused me further as to why Kurtz was still selling in Riverdale when he knew we were searching for it.
"What happened?" FP asked as we settled into Penelope's office. "Another crazy john?"
Laura was standing behind the desk next to her boss. "You told me to call in case anything came up. Well, some preppy rich kids were here, rowdy and stirring up trouble."
"Were they on the same Rocks that drove the other customer feral?" Jughead asked.
Laura shook her head. "No, but they were here killing time before meeting a dealer in the lobby. But I guess the guy never showed."
"How'd you get rid of them?" FP questioned.
Penelope stepped in to answer. "One of the ruffians got a call. Sounded like a supplier looking to reschedule."
"He said something about a fight. Left this in the trash." Laura held up a posted advertisement for the big boxing tournament this weekend, the same one Archie and his friends were participating in.
FP reached up to grab the paper so he could take a closer look. I glanced over his shoulder before nudging Jughead at the title on the paper, clearly stating the name of Archie's gym. FP noticed our movements and gave us a nod. "One last chance to bust Kurtz."
--
I planned to follow up with Toni about Cheryl's involvement with The Farm the next day at school. Cheryl didn't seem too far gone to me personally, but I also wasn't her girlfriend and I didn't live with her. Chances were that Toni was seeing a more impactful side of Cheryl's decision to join.
