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.”

Archie exhaled, running a hand through his wet, copper-red hair. “Veronica called. She’s coming back from New York tonight. The Hiram Lodge memorial gala is Friday. She wants me to be her date.” Riverdale

Betty placed a folded piece of paper on the table. It was damp, the ink bleeding slightly, but the message was clear: The Devil’s in the Details, and the Details are in the Old Barn. “Archiekins,” she said, sliding a folded gala invitation

“Always,” Archie replied.

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.” Because the navy suit won’t cut it this time