“Sure.” said Jack. Then, I said “Monk, let me help you.”, “Wait, were there any witnesses at all?” Monk asked. “Yes. The guy’s name is Lance Vaughan, saw it in ‘full detail’ as he describes.” answered Stottlemeyer, frustrated at Monk’s earlier ”Monking”, in other words, a display of obvious insanity. After a few minutes of checking the crime scene, we went to Lance. Lance Vaughan sat on the edge of a car’s hood, elbow on his knees, his face in his hands, his shoulders heaving as he cried softly. His board shorts rugged and his short-sleeved red surf shirt clung to his hard body like a second skin.
I felt a sudden, desperate need for a breath mint. “Mr. Vaughan?” Stottlemeyer said. “We are the ones investigating the old man’s death.” Lance looked up and I saw his tears running down his stubbled cheeks and the pain in his blue eyes. He wiped the tears with the palms of his hands.
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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...
