Disclaimer: I don't own Monk
Randy looked nervous as he came into his boss's office on the morning of the 27th. Leland looked up from his paperwork.
"Come on in Randy," he said, "Is everything alright?"
"Sir," Randy said, "I have something to tell you and you're not going to be happy about it." Randy looked sick.
"Well what else is new," Leland said, "I'm hardly ever happy about certain things. Whatever it is we'll work it out." Randy shook his head. This was going to kill Leland. He could only imagine how it would affect his two oldest children Jennifer (who was 9) and Jarred (who had just turned 6).
"Someone- someone was murdered today," Randy said. Leland rolled his eyes.
"It's a sad thing," Leland said, "But we're homicide detectives. People are murdered everyday"
"No," Randy said
"Yes Randy," Leland replied, "We would be out of a job if they weren't"
"No I don't mean you're wrong. It's... more complicated then that this time. Look, I don't know how to tell you this-"
"Try using your vocal cords to formulate sentences," Leland said, "and sentences that make sense."
"There is no way any of this is going to make sense," Randy said, "The... boy who was murdered was Max"