Riverdale May 2026
“You’re doing it again,” Jughead said, not looking up. “The jaw clench. The thousand-yard stare. You’re composing a sad song about it, aren’t you?”
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
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. “You’re doing it again,” Jughead said, not looking up
The door opened. Veronica Lodge stepped out, heels splashing in puddles, her black dress immaculate, her diamond choker catching the light. She didn’t run. She walked, slow and deliberate, like a queen returning to a kingdom she never truly left. You’re composing a sad song about it, aren’t you
“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.”
“The old barn,” Archie said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The one on the edge of Fox Forest? Where Jason Blossom’s body was found?”
Veronica raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking we start it.”