"log two:

there was another murder today. another young woman. she was 22. white, southern belle type.

her family could afford an autopsy. showed she was pregnant. i wonder where the babe is now.

the sheriff invited me over for supper. his fiancee seems displeased. but he seems to like me.

the mayor? i dont like him. he's...creepy. and his wife seems to young. investigate further.

ive managed to get a part time place at the brothel. but always manage to be ill. theyll soon get aggravated. but i cant sell myself to men for this job."

- detective harland

may 1948