Twin Peaks

Diane, 11:30 am, February 24. Entering the town of Twin Peaks.
I've never seen so many trees in my life. As W. C. Fields would say I'd rather be here than in Philadelphia. Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time it beat working.
My mileage is 79,345. Gauge is on reserve. Riding on fumes here. I've got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is.
Okay. Looks like I'll be meeting up with a ahh ... Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Shouldn't be too hard to remember that. I'm pretty sure I'll be checking into a hotel. I'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. That's what I need, clean place, reasonably priced.
Oh Diane, I almost forgot. I got to find out what kind of trees these are. They are really something.

Diane, I just opened Laura Palmer's diary. This is the ... uhh ... last entry dated February 23. It reads, "asparagus for dinner again, I hate asparagus. Does this mean I'll never grow up." And then she's written, "nervous about meeting 'J' tonight". That's the letter 'J', Diane. Yeah, that is the last entry. Well, that's something to get started on.
Yeah. That's one out of twenty-six. Diane, I just turned back eighteen days to day one. What we have taped to the page here is a plastic envelope containing a white residue and what looks to be a key to a safety deposit box.

Lunch was ... uhh ... six dollars and thirty-one cents. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie and a cup of coffee. Damn good food! Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop.

With the sound of the wind blowing, we see a young girl walking slowly along the train tracks of a bridge. She is wearing only slip that is dirty. Her makeup is smeared and there are tied loops of twine around each wrist that have been cut and are hanging free. Nearby, at the end of the bridge, an engineer is arranging the track switch. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Ronette.
— What the hell?

Somebody selling drugs to high school kids and I figure that's everybody's jurisdiction.

Diane, its 12:28 am. Looks like I'll be staying locally at a place called the Great Northern Hotel. The sheriff set the arrangements ...