Forever And Always

Chapter 121

That night Callie and Sweet Pea woke up to banging on his door.

"Can you get it?" Callie asked as she rolled over to the wall. Sweet Pea groaned, he groggily made his way to the door, he opened it. "I think it's for you, babe."

"What?" Callie asked looking over, she saw Charles picking his head in. 

"Sorry to interrupt," Charles apologized. "But I need you to come me to a cabin, Jughead and Betty will be waiting there for us. Jughead and Betty asked me to grab you, they said that you were at home or here."

"Give me a few minutes and I'll be out," Callie said. They closed the door.

"It's the middle of the night," Sweet Pea said. 

"I know," Callie huffed as she sat up, she quickly got ready. "See you later." Sweet Pea laid in bed frowning. "Don't be angry with me, direct it beanie head and nancy drew."

"That's why I'm angry," Sweet Pea said. Callie smiled shaking her head, she kissed him before heading out to the cabin. 

"Cal, glad you could make it," Betty smiled at her as she walked in with Charles and FBI members.

"It's the middle of the night," Callie reminded her. "Most of the time when the FBI is sent to your house it's to investigate, not to bring you along for the investigation."

"Well, that's the perks of living in Riverdale," Jughead smiled, she glared. "Remember Cal, this is our last senior project together, it will require some sacrifices. Including whatever heinous activity that you were doing with Sweet Pea."

"We were asleep," Callie said. "Anyways, we ended up reaching out to Mr. Honey on the way here.

"He's fine, no tried to kill him," Charles added. 

"Well, for now, at least," Jughead said. 

"In the meantime, you mind breaking this down for us?" Callie asked. 

"Well, it's the Auteur again," Jughead answered. "Seems like they've moved on from recreating a killing to re-enacting a metaphoric murder."

"Us and our friends getting Mr. Honey fired," Betty revealed.

"And there is one other thing," Jughead brought up. "I wrote a story called Killing Mr. Honey, within which was fictionalized version of this cabin. I don't think that's a coincidence."

"All right, uh, who else knew about that story?" Charles asked. 

"Just us two, Callie and Sweet Pea," Jughead answered.

"Yeah," Betty breathed. 

" I mean unless I'm being watched or hacked," Jughead suggested.

"This is interesting," an agent said walking up to Charles.

"It's four ticket stubs," Charles said.

"For like the movie theater? Admission to watch the tapes?" Betty asked. 

"Stubs have the letters B and V on them," Charles read. 

"The hell? Like Betty and Veronica?" Betty asked.

"No, more like Blue Velvet," Callie corrected. "As in the one place that all roads keep coming back to, that video store and the crypt-keeper, David. 

"If he's not the Auteur, he's connected to the Auteur somehow," Jughead suspected. "Or at least he's a fan."

"We'll bring him in," Charles said. "I'll call you in the morning. Get some rest."