WEDNESDAY EVENING
Captain Stottlemeyer dialed Monk's telephone number. "Monk?" he asked. "Yes, captain?" Monk replied. "We need you over at headquarters right away. We may have made an advancement on the case." Stottlemeyer said. "The Sharona one?" Monk asked. "Yes. Can you walk over or do you need a ride?" the captain asked. "I'll walk." Monk told him, hanging up the phone. He grabbed his jacket and started walking over to headquarters.
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Gail Fleming sat in an empty interrogation room, waiting for Monk and Captain Stottlemeyer. The door creaked and they walked in. She stood up. "I told you I have nothing to do with this! I don't know how Benjy got in my basement!" she yelled. "You're a good actress." Monk said. Captain had told him the story of the note and that Benjy had been in Gail's basement. "Who's your accomplice? If you tell us now, we'll try to lighten the sentence you'll get." Monk pleaded. Captain Stottlemeyer saw a hesitated look in Gail's eyes, then she nodded. "I'll tell you, but not until Saturday." she said, smiling a sly grin. "You know about the note, then." Stottlemeyer's gruff voice stated. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I won't expose Randy until I have to." Gail said. Monk shook his head. "Gosh, when Lieutenant Disher picked you as his accomplice he wasn't thinking clearly, was he?" Monk asked. Gail stuttered, realizing she had given the name of her accomplice away. "Lock her up." Stottlemeyer said, "No! Wait!" Gail said, fumbling for words. "I know where they are." she told them. "They're in Los Angeles. In an abandoned warehouse he set up as his headquarters. Saturday night he's bringing Sharona back to San Francisco, to the cemetery where Trudy is buried. If you don't save her before then, he'll murder her at Trudy's grave." Gail said. Monk blinked. Once. Twice. "We've got to stop him." he said. "Before he kills her. I won't be able to live if he does." Monk said, pounding his fist against the wall. A single tear slid down his cheek.