Police diary

September 19th
 * I've become acquainted with a strange old man named Thomas. He works at the hazardous waste disposal centre out back.

He seems like a nice old guy and he loves chess. In fact, he loves chess so much that he's fashioned all of his work keys to look like chess pieces.

We were all set to play last night, but he cancelled on me. I don't know if he has eczema or what, but he said his whole body was itchy and raw. Poor old guy.

September 23rd
 * As expected, Thomas is quite the chess expert. I used to consider myself to be a fairly good player, but he wiped the floor with me.

What's strange is that he ate like a maniac. The whole time we were playing, he kept inhaling these rare roast beef sandwiches he had brought with him. He looked really pale, too. I sure hope the old guy's OK.

September...
 * (The diary ends abruptly here.)