Disher's Theory
"I have them all drawn out," bragged Disher, to the assembled group. "Tell them my theory"
Benji obliged.
"As you know, when Brandon Bones, the medical student, was in undergrad, he used the car to deliver pizzas," he said, reluctantly. "The Captain thinks he may still be using it for work - abducting Tommy Bream for some science experiment gone horribly wrong.
When Tommy died, Bones tried to dispose of the evidence.
"Dr. Jenkins," began Disher, "is a famous researcher. Doctors like him need . . ."
"I"ve heard enough," croaked Stottlemeyer. "I don't know what's worse. The crime or Theory No. 1."
"Besides," said Monk, "Dr. Jenkins is almost as old as Natalie . . . .
"Mr. Monk," Natalie fumed.
". . . and Bones certainly isn't a middle aged man."
"Let me see the composite again," said Monk.
He stared at the face of an obese man, sallow and unshaven. The face was largely nondescript, the nose, mouth, and eyes were sunken into several pounds of flab
"This are unusual brow ridges," said Monk, looking at the picture. "Did you check out Miss Bream?"
The others stared at him.
"I did, on a hunch," said Benji. "She was next door taking piano lessons, from 3:00-5:00. She was with her piano teacher, one Professor Towers. They were also seen by Towers' maid, Mrs. Fernandez."
"Besides," said Disher, skeptically, "the poor woman's distraught."
"Maybe she is, and maybe she isn't," said Monk. "But I'd like to meet her."
"I'll call her," said Disher. "But you're wasting your time."
"No he isn't," smiled Natalie.
