Mr. Monk and the Toddler
Chapter 1
The Murder
"Hey, baby," a man said. He came out of the kitchen with two wine glasses. His wife smiled as she braided her 4 year old daughter's hair.
"What do you say we put McKenzie to bed?" His eyes flashed wildly and he handed her a glass of wine. She smiled, stood up and took her child to her bedroom. As soon as she left, the man fumbled through his pocket, took out a small pocket knife, checked that it was sharp by cutting his finger, and replaced it to his pocket. He wiped the blood on his shirt and waited for his wife to come back. After a few minutes, she came out of the bedroom smiling. He sat on the couch, and she sat next to him. They talked happily for a while until they finished their wine...and McKenzie was asleep. Then, he picked her up, and carried her off to their bedroom. He closed and locked the door, and shut the curtains. A few seconds later, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the bedroom.
