My heavy pack slides down my arm as I march down the street and away from Popās. The air is getting colder as summer fades into fall and Iām going to need someplace to sleep that has a real roof over it, and Iām going to need it soon.
But thatās not where my mind is focused. My own comfort isnāt as important as the truth, and there are too many lies hanging over our quiet town of Riverdale. Thinking of creature comforts is a distraction I do not have time for. Iāve stumbled into open beds before, and I will again. Something will come along, and until it does, Iāll make due with Popās waning generosity.
I canāt leave my stuff at Popās while Iām not there. Too many sticky fingers. Like I said, Popās generosity. Leads to less than stellar people finding employment there when no one else will have them. Normally my pack doesnāt bother me. Itās my lifeline, my whole world stuffed in one oversized bag. Now though, now itās a liability. Too recognizable, too heavy for where Iām going.
Whatever is happening in Riverdale is bigger than me. Itās bigger than Jason Blossom getting shot in his pretty face. Itās bigger than the mess my own father has gotten into. Kellerās dad is useless, too busy chasing his own tail at the request of the townās rich and powerful to actually get to the bottom of some crime.
Iād been hoping to get a look at his files, whatever of them that Keller had managed to get put together, but Kevin had quashed that dream when he relayed that their home had been ransacked. Important information was stolen, things that prying eyes like my own would love to get ahold of. It leaves me wondering who might be the one, or ones, who were brazen enough to break into a police officerās home. My fatherās cronies, for one. Thatās the easy answer. With everything else going on though, well, the answer is a lot more murky.
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