Savanna feels like there's nothing that can surprise her anymore after living in Riverdale. The town with pep certainly still has a few tricks up its sleeve including an anonymous camera man, a castle-school full of pretentious teenagers waiting to...
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The next FBI session went by uneventfully, minus Betty's abrupt departure, but I was so annoyed with how she had been acting in these sessions that I didn't even ponder it and instead continued my focus on the topics at hand.
The next event was one that I was not looking forward to. Mom's trial was taking place and I sat next to Veronica as we listened to FP's responses to his questioning.
"I arrived at the cabin alone. The suspect, Tall Boy, got violent. Resisted arrest, and unfortunately, I had to discharge my weapon. He expired on his way to the hospital," FP lied smoothly as Mary Andrews stood in front of him.
"And later, when you searched Tall Boy's motel room, did you find Hermione Lodge's Gucci bag full of cash?" Mary asked.
FP shook his head. "No."
"And yet, the prosecution claims they found the bag there," Mary spun to look at the opposing team.
"If it was, it was planted later."
With a tight-lipped smile, Mary nodded. "Thank you, Sheriff."
The judge proceeded to move on. "Your witness, Counselor."
One of the blonde ladies from the table across from Mary and Mom stood up with a case file in her hand. "The cabin where you claim to have shot Tall Boy, do you know who owns that cabin, Sheriff?"
"I assumed it was Hiram's," FP responded.
She set the file down in front of him. "This is a copy of the lease. Kindly read the owner's name."
Mr. Jones leaned forward to look at the information set ahead of him. I could tell from his hesitation alone that the response wouldn't be good. My suspicions were confirmed when he read Mom's name from the sheet. Whispers were quickly hushed by the judge.
"This is bad," I mumbled to my sister as the session was adjourned for the day. Mrs. Andrews spoke a few rushed sentences to our mom before stepping out and nodding at us as she went to help with damage control.
Veronica and I slipped away from the crowds to hopefully go speak with Mom if we were able. The silence of the jail was chilling as we stepped through the halls to the empty cell where we were shown. Mom looked so stressed sitting at the metal table on her own, but she mustered up a small smile as we entered.
"Mrs. Andrews is back-channeling with the DA's office, no doubt," Veronica began as we sat down in the two empty chairs. They're talking plea deals. Mom... why didn't you tell us that the cabin was under your name?"
"Because it wasn't. Veronica, your father must have forged the lease or... contract or something."
I frowned at her frustration, but this wasn't adding up. "So why didn't you say that you'd never been to this cabin?" I crossed my arms and leaned back because I knew damn well she wouldn't have a response to my question.
