A Cruz new life (Riverdale)

Let the truth be set free

"Where all the suspects are sequestered in a room. One or more of them could be the killer, but the door is not unlocked until the identity is revealed." I ended

"Betty, Eden could you two do the honors?" They go and lock the door

"The next bell doesn't ring for half an hour. So for the next minutes, your asses belong to us."

"I knew you weren't really dead."

"Good job, Donna. And yet since you failed to prove it or find Jughead, we had time to figure out all the twists and turns of this murder-mystery that we've all been living for the past few months."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't worry 'cause I'm gonna take you through it,"

"step by step." I said

"No, this is ridiculous. Mr. DuPont, I'm calling security." Eden grab his phone

"Shut the hell up, Bret. Like we said, for the next minutes, we're in charge. So, give me your cellphones."

"Why the hell..."

"Joan, just do what she says. We have nothing to hide."

"I'd get comfortable if I were you guys 'cause we're going to take you through it from the very beginning. Starting with that very curious fact that both Moose Mason and myself were invited to Stonewall Prep during our senior year." I sat on the teacher desk

Jughead?

Moose!

What the hell? It's good to see you.

"Was it like that when you met my grandfather, Forsythe the First? He was asked to study at Stonewall too. You were roommates with him, weren't you, Mr. DuPont?"

"Yes. And you're very much like him, Mr. Jones. Your grandfather was an arrogant fool too." I rolled my eyes pathetic

"Why do you say that, huh? Because he had the gall to consider himself worthy of your little inner circle? The first iteration of Stonewall's Literary Society."

"What exactly is this proving, Mr. Jones?"

"That this is not a story about a murder. This is a story about grandparents and their grandchildren."

"Of the sins from one generation being passed on to the next." I study a bit Donna face and man did we hit a nail

"Cycles of violence."

"Which brings me neatly to my next point. Halloween. When I was drugged by you psychos."

I think I... I think I need some air

No. You need to lie down.

Say hello to the Stonewall Four for us.

"Only to wake up in a coffin and be let out a day later. To return to my dorm."

Moose, you are not going to believe what Bret...