THE NEXT DAY...
Captain Stottlemeyer leaned over the hospital bed. "Monk." he said, shaking Adrian's arm slightly. "Monk." he said again. Monk's eyelids flittered, then opened. "Where am I? Where's Sharona? And where's Boris?" he asked. "Monk, you're in the hospital. You fainted yesterday when I told you Sharona had been kidnapped. And I have no goddamned clue who Boris is." Captain Stottlemeyer said. "He's the cat. You got the cat, didn't you?" Monk asked. The captain nodded. "A rookie picked him up and is taking care of him. We didn't know his name was Boris, so he's calling him Kitty for now." Stottlemeyer said. Monk rolled his eyes. "Where's Sharona again?" Monk asked. "She was kidnapped yesterday morning." Stottlemeyer said. A look of worry flashed over Monk's face. "Lietenant Disher is gone too, and so is her son." he added. "We think the kidnapper might have had something against Randy, and figured out somehow that they were dating so decided to take both of them. Then Benjy somehow got in the way and he just decided it would be easier to take him, too." Captain Stottlemeyer explained. "Are- are they going to be okay?" Monk asked. The captain sighed. "Twenty-four minutes before they were kidnapped, someone robbed the gun store. We think it was the same person." he said. He saw the pain and terror on Monk's face. "We have every man in the force on this case, and the department from the next town is investigating, too. We've notified every police department on this half of the United States, and gave them a picture of Sharona, Benjy, and Disher. We've set up a phone line for people to call, and there are posters all over. All we can do is hope."