People screamed and sirens blared. A man was found dead in a parking garage. He was murdered. Captain Stottlemeyer stepped out of his car and examined the corpse. Stottlemeyer was a tall man with red hair and a thick mmustache. He was also one of the best officers in San Fransisco. He had seen countless dead bodies, but this one sent chills down his spine. This was the fourth victim this month.
"Have we identified the victim yet?" stottlemeyer asked to his partner lutenant Randy Disher .
"Douglas Herrington, age 42." Randy responeded"We found his ID."
"Get Monk out here now," said Stottlemeyer,"this is the fourth murder in a row and we're running out of options."
"But captain," said Randy, "we already have himon the case. Do we really need Monk this time?"
"Just do it!" Stottlemeyer barked.
Meanwhile, Adrian Monk was eating breakfast in his apartment. Monk was a middle aged man with short black hair and a brown suit that was always buttoned up all the way. He was also the greatest detective in the history of San Fransisco thanks to his ability to notice minute details no one else would due to his obsessive compulsive disorder. However, he considered it both a gift and a curse because while it helped him solve crimes, it cursed him with 312 phobias and an obsession with symmetry and cleanliness. Monk had just finished breakfast when there was a knock on his door.
"I'm coming!" he said as he walked down the hall. He opened the door and came face to face with his assistant Natalie.
"Natalie?" Monk said, surprised," you dont have to be here for another hour."
"Its urgent," he replied, "the captian wants you to come to a crime scene right away!"
Thirty minutes later, Monk and Natalie arived on the scene. Monk walked towards the body and almost threw up. He had seen dozens-no, hundreds of murders in the past, but this was one of the worst. There was blood everywhere, on all of the cars and all over the victim. He was mutilated so badly it was nearly impossible to tell whether this was a human body or not. But the worst thing was the eyes. Eyes filled with such terror that it made monks blood run cold.
"oh my God!" excliamed Natalie, bringing Monk back to reality.
Monk walked around the crimes scene for about five minutes and then stopped.
"I got nothing." said Monk to Stottlemeyer and Natalie
"Nothing?' they said in disbelief
"This has never happened to me before," said Monk. "Did you guys find any evidence before I got here?" monk asked
"Just this." Stottlemeyer said, handing Monk a plastic bag containing a note that said "feel what we feel". "The same message has been left at the last three crime scenes as well," said stottlemeyer,"its like his damn calling card."
"The only thing I can tell you is that there may be more than one culprit due to the use of the word "we" said monk.
"I disagree"
Monk, Natalie, and Stottlemeyer turned in the direction of the voice. There they saw a man dressed in all black get out of a limousine. But it was not him who said anything. Instead, the voice came from the laptop the man was holding. The screen was white except for a large, cloister black "L" in the middle.
"Greetings to all of you at the SFPD," said the voice,"I am L."