A Novel by Jughead Jones
Chapter One: The River’s Edge | 1/∞
Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world Safe. Decent. Innocent. Get closer, though, and you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.
And our story begins, I guess, with what the Blossom twins did this summer. On the Fourth of July, just after dawn, Jason and Cheryl Blossom drove out to Sweetwater River for an early morning boat ride.
The next thing we know happened for sure is that Dilton Doiley, who was leading Riverdale’s Boy Scout Troop on a bird watching expedition, came upon Cheryl by the river’s edge. Riverdale Police dragged Sweetwater River for Jason’s body, but never found it.
So a week later, the Blossom family buried an empty casket and Jason’s death was ruled an accident, as the story that Cheryl told made the rounds. That Cheryl dropped a glove in the water, and Jason reached down to get it, and accidentally tipped the boat, and panicked, and drowned.
As for us, we were still talking about the “July Fourth tragedy” on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town.
It was midnight, and my old friend Archie Andrews arrived at the one place in town that was still open. He was looking for the girl next door.
Instead, he found me.
And so, it wasn’t one heart that broke that night. It was two. And the night was far from over.
By morning, everyone would be talking, texting, and posting about it. We’d all be feeling it.
That the world around us had changed, maybe forever. That Riverdale wasn’t the same town as before. That it was a town of shadows and secrets now.
On Monday, the autopsy on Jason’s body would take place. And on Tuesday, halfway through fifth period, the first arrest would be made.