Rachel and Cooper then drove to the San Francisco airport and boarded a plane to Seattle. Cooper bought a new tape recorder, thus causing Rachel to become paranoid
February 24
Diane, 9 A M., preparing to board Flight 210, commuter flight, 15 seater, arriving in Spokane at 10:15 A.M. One meal, breakfast. Eggs, sausage, toast, jam, juice and the usual coffee-scented hot water. Rachel is accompanying me on this flight.
Case number is: 11219er, you'll have a copy of the file on your desk by the time you receive this. Victim: seventeen year old white female, dead, bound and wrapped in plastic. Cause of death- unknown. Says here she was the Homecoming Queen. Second victim, discovered alive, was found across the state line, which is why it's our business now. Suspects are in custody. Will assess their value upon arrival."
Rachel has been scanning active files for the region. Note-possible correlation to a murder last year of one, Teresa Banks, in the southwest corner of the state. Had all the trappings of a serial killing, except for one- a second body. Maybe this is it. Teresa Banks died a year ago, almost to the day."
Rachel leaned her head against the window. Note to self, find some way to destroy the tape recorder without Cooper knowing you did it. She glanced at him before speaking
"I never was able to find any related cases. It must be a new batch of serial killings."
"I wasn't able to either. There was something that happened when we were investigating the last case that I can't seem to get off of my mind…"
"What is it?"
"Your dream…or I should say your nightmare."
"What about it?"
"I don't know… I just found it quite strange…we know it wasn't Theresa Banks…"
Rachel cut him off
"It was just a nightmare…that's all."
Cooper remained silent.
Rachel sighed.
"We'll talk about it once we hit ground. I just need to focus on the murder right now."
The two didn't speak much during the rest of the plane ride. Rachel relived every moment that she could from that dream. It came back every once in a while…and it scared her the same each time.
"Diane, 10:30 A.M. kissing noises Back on solid ground. I should say solid asphalt. I'm on my hands and knees in the parking lot of the branch office in Spokane. I'm picking up a Bureau car. Yelling to someone 'No, no, no, I'm all right! Just thankful to be alive.'"Rachel's Voice Coop you idiot! You're scaring people!"
"Looks like I'll be heading out Highway 2, due east. It will be a two hour drive. Rachel and I will split up the driving time which will also include lunch, one pit stop and two cups of coffee, unless I refill my thermos. And, Diane, for the last fifteen miles, I'm supposed to look out for deer on the highway. Man, wouldn't that be something?"
Rachel drove until they reached the Morgue. She shivered slightly. This was probably going to be a repeat of last time…
And that it was…
Rachel examined the girl as Coop recorded more messages to Diane. She was young, maybe even younger than Theresa. A thought occurred to her.
"Coop, did you check under her fingernail?"
And that he did. A letter R stuck 1/3 of the way into her nail bed…just like Theresa's was. What was the killer want to tell them by using the letter's T and R?
"I should probably update you both on what's been going on here. We found this at the crime scene. It's her diary. We think it might help us find the killer." Sherrif Truman said.
"Possibly." Rachel agreed. She then took the diary from him and began to read.
"Diane, This is Rachel. I'm holding the diary of Laura Palmer in my hands. This entry is 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.'"
Cooper: "That's the
letter J, Diane. And...that's the last entry. Well, that's something
to get started on."
Harry: "Yeah, that's one out of
26."
"Yeah, one out of 26."
"Diane, I've just turned back 18 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. Sheriff, we have to be very carefully remove this key. I'm gonna run this envelop. And my bet is it'll test positive for cocaine."
Harry: "That's
impossible."
"You ever been surprised before?"
Harry:
"Mr. Cooper, you didn't know Laura Palmer."
"Let's
get started on a court order to open that safety deposit box and
maybe we'll both find out a few things about Laura Palmer."
"Diane, I'm holding in my hands a small box of chocolate bunnies..."
"Diane, 9:30 P.M. Night has fallen hard in Twin Peaks. You're not going to believe this, but I am actually looking at the Milky Way, which I can't recall seeing before in quite this extraordinairy way. The night is painted with stars."
"I've just finished addressing the local citizenry during a town meeting on the need for caution and pulling together in a time like this. Have a list of people I'm going to want some background checks on, including a lady who carries a log. They call her 'The Log Lady.'"
"One suspect remains at large. James Hurley. Young biker, who was secretly seeing Laura behind her boyfriends back. A blowhard named 'Bobby Briggs.' I anticipate that James will be in custody within the hour and probably released shortly thereafter. Serial killers don't kill their girlfriends. They prefer the company of strangers. He's out there somewhere, Diane. But a town like this is like a river, lots of hidden currents and eddies, concealing their own secrets. I haven't even broken the surface yet.
There is something else Diane that I haven't mentioned to you. When Rachel and I investigated the Banks' murder she was awoken in the middle of the night by a terrible dream. She mentions a poem that has a line that says Fire Walk With Me. I'm wondering if that has anything to do with these murders."
Author's note: I'm sorry that it wasn't that great. It was a one shot.