“Diane, it's 11:12 AM, Friday Feb 20, and I've just returned from a robbery at the pawn shop. We were called in to investigate some missing items that the proprietor claimed were from ancient Egypt. It turns out it was just a distraction so that his boys could come in and rob the Sheriff's station. And they cleaned us out. I've never seen such deft fingers, especially from a bunch of geriatrics. Sheriff Truman had a chance to stop them red-handed, but he mistimed his leap and landed too far from the ball carrier. Then it was nothing but POWs and 6s to the endzone.

This is Dale, room 316 at the Great Northern Hotel, disgusted and signing off.

Medical Report: I don't remember much after T13. Albert says my heart stopped for a few seconds but he brought me back from the brink. He says I'm to sit out a game, though, doctor's orders.

Financial Report: We've filed a report with the insurance as well as the Bureau, and we got recompensed for most of our losses. The towns folk are a bit shaken up though and they may have lost a touch of confidence in the investigation. I told Harry that was my fault, not his, but he's still taking it pretty hard. This investigation has handed us quite a few setbacks lately, but I'm confident we'll get back on the right trail soon.”