A/N: I don't own Monk, Skulduggery, Valkyrie or anyone else you might recognize.
Monk walked back into the room, and saw Skulduggery keeping vigil over the sleeping Valkyrie. Suddenly the detective felt angry at the bad guy, whoever he was. What could Skulduggery have possibly done that was worth doing this to him? Was he a bad cop, had he been a criminal before becoming a detective? There were just too many things Monk didn't know about Skulduggery or his world, but he reminded himself that a lot of cases were like that.
Skulduggery turned to him, tilting his head. "Penny for your thoughts, Detective?" He asked.
Monk was about to speak, but then he stood up abruptly. He could feel that sensation again. The bracelet, the sand, the coins. He didn't know where the sand and bracelet were from but now he remembered his surprise at the change. "It was so obvious. How stupid could I be?" He asked in wonder. Monk looked at Skulduggery. "All right, what was unusual about those coins?" He asked and the detective shrugged.
"I wasn't paying attention, to tell the truth. I was already hearing the voice, why?"
"Well, I'm never going to get cases again if this gets out, but the coins? They were American."
Valkyrie, who had just barely broke the surface of her sleep sat up to look at him. "Coins." She growled. "Sand. I don't know where that stupid American git got a bracelet-" she paused and looked at Monk. "No offense meant, Detective." She apologized.
"None taken." He said generously. "You have a theory?"
She nodded, and looked at him, seeming to make up her mind about something. "Detective, I'm sure it's fairly obvious since we're detectives too, but there are magical bad guys. And I can only think of one American that might have dirt or sand on him and could have dropped the coins. Though the bracelet doesn't fit." She sagged back in her pillows in defeat.
"No, it does, don't you see?" Monk asked excitedly. "The sigil, you could get a person to set those up, right?" He asked. And Valkyrie nodded. Monk nodded too, though he was no longer seeing her or the room they were in, he was seeing the crime scene in such vivid detail he felt he was there.
"I can see how it happened." He said excitedly. The change fell out of the man's pocket while he sat and waited for an accomplice to plant the sigil. The sand was from his sunglasses, he'd dropped them in Texas and never fully cleaned them so he knocked out the grains there- Oh, good Lord, he has no eyes." He stopped in horror, convinced his mind had finally snapped. Valkyrie was suddenly in front of him and he stared at her helplessly. "What's wrong with me?" He asked.
"Detective, I don't know how to say this, but I didn't describe the man and you've only been on Irish soil for hours and you certainly haven't heard anything about him. You have a gift, you have magic."
Curiouser and curiouser. As always, let me know if you want more.
