I just wanna remind you I do not own Monk.

MR MONK MEETS THE REDEEMER

CH 29

Bianca arrived at the hotel and went straight to her own office, hoping to find her father in there. But the room was empty. At the reception desk, there were only one attendant and three porters by the door. The staff was in the Conference Room, where the Stones were giving a press conference.

The reception manager went to her as she approached the Conference Room's door, "Your father waits you in the VIP room on the first floor, Bianca."

"Is there anyone else with him, Patricia?"

"Yes, those two police officers who came here to talk with Mr. Monk last Friday, and Gilbert. Do you need something, Bianca? All employees are here helping me in the conference, but I can dislocate one to accompany you, if necessary."

"No, Patricia, this is not necessary. I'm sure the men are dealing with the testimony Mr. Monk must make tomorrow, nothing more. Do you need me in here? "

"No, everything is under control. I was just coming out to take care of the reception now. I'm sorry to insist on this, Bianca, but are you sure you're ok? I do not like those two police officers."

"Yeah, I do not like them either, Patricia. But dad knows how to defend himself, and besides, with all these people around I doubt they do something stupid to draw the press attention. At their best, they will try to get some money from dad. Gilbert must be there helping dad."

"Yes, I am sure he is. He's a great guy, Bianca, you're so lucky."

"Thank you, Patricia. Anything you need, just call me there, okay?"

Patricia nodded her head in agreement while Bianca went up to the VIP room by the stairs.

Had she stepped on the first floor and walked into the corridor, a deep cold silence touched Bianca. Nobody was around, only her father few steps ahead, in the VIP room with the other three men.

Bianca entered the room, nodded to the two policemen who were sitting in armchairs in front of Gilbert, and walked to her father, who was standing near the window, sipping a scotch with two ice cubes.

"Bianca my angel! Oh, how I missed you, baby!" he said, hugging her and giving her a kiss on her forehead. "I am here in this lousy country since yesterday and only now I'm able to see you, my princess. You are working too hard, Bianca. I was just talking about this with Wilson and Marcos here: my princess needs a vacation. A long vacation trip with her love, right, Gilbert?"

The two police officers laughed and agreed with her father, while Bianca walked to Gilbert.

"Dad, you know I cannot stop. Who will take care of everything here?" asked Bianca, stopping behind the chair where Gilbert was, resting her hands on his shoulders and gently kissing him on the top of his head.

"Bianca, my daughter, you could take a break and also give Wilson and Marcos a break too. They seem to be tired as well. "

"Tired, dad? They do nothing all day long! I do not know why you keep them on your payroll... I already told you I do not need bodyguards." She looked ironically to the two fake police officers.

"We have already discussed this." Bianca's father sat on an armchair besides Gilbert. "You are a beautiful and wealthy young woman, and it is dangerous for you to walk around this city without anybody to protect you. This country is too dangerous, honey. For this reason I'm more out of here than actually in here. And this wave of robberies, kidnappings, killings... all financed by the drug and weapons trafficking, just frightens me. Did you know that Rio de Janeiro is one of the most important centers for the international traffickers?"

"Yes, dad, you already said that by the phone yesterday, and I see it on the news, everyday." Bianca said in an infantile tone, uprooting laughs from Wilson and Marcos. She sat on the arm of the chair her father's on, facing the two bodyguards.

"And that is why I came here once again to this … 'hole', Bianca. Come with me to Greece; leave this hotel for the managers to manage. Let's leave to Greece, that's what your mother always wanted. From there you can help me to control our finances and, of course, over there is much safer than in here. You can even get married there, and raise your family there. You know I'm not getting any younger."

"Dad, we already discussed this. Things are great over here, I will be married soon and I'm sure that mom wanted me and you to be happy. You're happy in Greece, with your girlfriends, your yacht, and your comfort. My happiness is here, Dad."

Saying this, Bianca got up and went to the meeting table, behind the chair where his father was sitting. She winked at him when passing by, smiling affectionately.

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Carlos, Monk and Natalie arrived at the hotel. Carlos stayed outside, contacting the agents by the radio. Monk and Natalie went inside, finding the foyer almost empty.

"We're looking for Bianca; do you know where she is?" Natalie asked to the attendant.

"Just one moment, please, I'll find her." And the man called Patricia.

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Bianca opened a drawer from the meeting table. "Here, in Brazil, I find my past dad. My sweetest memories with you and mom. Here is also my present, dad. My life, my business. And here is my impunity, dad." Bianca took a pistol from the drawer and coldly executed Wilson and Marcos with a shot to the chest of each of them while her father dropped the glass of scotch on the floor, scared.

"Bianca! Wha...what was that?" He asked scared, turning his chair and looking to his daughter.

"This so called 'hole', dad, is the only place I can do this and come out unpunished. I do not apologize to you because there is nothing to forgive." And she immediately began to mess up her hair, smiling diabolically at her father.

Her father did not understand anything, so he stood up to walk to his daughter when all his doubts were clarified by another shot.

Thank you, Jayna!