Stottlemeyer was holding a latte from Starbucks in his hand. There was a little bit of foam in his bushy mustache and a fresh stain on his wide, striped tie. I found his disheveled appearance endearing, but I knew it drove Monk insane. Sometimes I wondered if the captain did it on purpose. Lieutenant Disher was, as usual, right at a Captain Stottlemeyer's side. He reminded me of a golden retriever, always bounding around happily, blissfully unaware of all the things he was destroying with his wagging tail.
"You have foam in your mustache." Monk said, pointing. "Do I?" Stottlemeyer casually dabbed at his mustache with a napkin. "Is that better?" Monk nodded. "Your tie is stained." Stottlemeyer lifted it up and looked down at it. "So it is."
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Mr. Monk and the Detective
FanfictionSome people think the new detective is better than Monk. But Monk knows that that danger-like dirt- lurks. everywhere. Take a look at old cops, the batch of the SC police department and killed one by one. The police say it was a hit by an old cop, b...
