“On this morning, she wears a black baseball cap backwards, a black V-neck T-shirt, and bell-bottom jeans. She carries a pack of American Spirit cigarettes. She could be anyone. Most of these guys, she says, are “wimps.” Cowards. Sick men who want to take advantage of a girl. She remembers one sting in which she played a trafficker who sets up child sex parties. The target was 38, looked like a real estate agent or something, probably in a fraternity in college. ‘Looking the guy in the face,’ she says, got her in her gut. ‘These guys look like normal people. And you’re pretending that you just happily and eagerly set up children for them to have sex with.’ Nichols kept her cool throughout the interaction, but she adds: ‘To watch his eyes’—the way they lit up at the mention of an underage kid—’you want to kick him in the balls and beat the hell out of him.'” Far from the Riverdale set, actress Marisol Nichols performs the role of her lifetime, one that requires a certain kind of courage and crazy: hunting child predators.