Book 3 in the Mila and Jughead series
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"When this is all over, I'll get everything back to normal, and everything will be fine. Because we rise from the ashes."
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"I refuse to accept what Ethel said." Mila argued, "That Jason Blossom is the Gargoyle King. Even though his coffin was empty, it defies all logic."
"Well, say Ethel is off her rocker, okay, but where's Jason's body? " Fp asked. "And someone's still wearing the Gargoyle King's antler, so it's up to you and me to figure out who, Blossom or no Blossom. "
"I keep thinking about that matchbook," Jughead cut in. "The one that Dr. Curdle found in Baby Teeth's throat." Mila tilted her head, turning to look at Jughead, Fp leaning forward as well. "Kurtz must have got that at the Maple Club, right?"
"What are you getting at, boy?" Fp asked, tilting his head.
"Do you have a copy of Kurtz's mugshot I can borrow?" Mila looked at Jughead confused for a second.
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Mila and Jughead were now at the Maple Club questioning Laura, "Did you ever see a client in here by the name of Kurtz at the Maple Club? He looked like this." He held up the picture of Kurtz, Laura's face falling.
"I never worked with him directly." She stated quickly.
"Who did he work with?" Mila asked.
"All of his interactions were with..."
"The Red Dahlia? Penelope Blossom?" Jughead asked.
"Yeah," She nodded.
"Out of curiosity, you never saw Penelope with a young man, a young redhead, did you?" Mila asked quickly.
"You mean her kid, Jason?" Laura asked, Mila's eyes widening. "Yeah, sure. He came around."
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Mila and Jughead laid upstairs, a knock on the door making her groan. The two sat up, doing a quick game of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Mila losing. "Hurry back." Jughead chuckled as Mila swung her legs off the bed, running downstairs. Another knock made her groan.
"I'm coming!" She shouted, finally getting to the door, pulling it open seeing no one there. She frowned, looking around, her feet hitting something. She looked down seeing an envelope.
