Mr. Monk Goes Camping
by Spyro :o)
(Thanx 2 all the peeps who reviewed my first chapter. Sorry that the spacing was a little messed up and the spelling wasn't very good. Give me a break - it was my first try. The rest of the story should hopefully B more easy 2 read so grab some popcorn, get comfortable and ENJOY! :o)
Chapter 2 Fingerprints
Hours later, Captain Stottlemeyer and Lieutenant Disher, along with a few detectives and other officers, arrived on the scene. As they investaged it, Adrian and Sharona listened to Captain Stottlemeyer question Ms. Summers, the woman who had been screaming.
" So why, exactly, were you in Mr. Tither's house? " Captain Stottlemeyer asked the shaking woman. She had brown hair with a few gray strands. She looked about forty-five. It was obvious she'd never seen anything like this before.
" I - I wasn't really in the house. I was right out side looking in."
" So what were you doing there?" Stottlemeyer asked putting his hands on his hips.
" I work - I mean worked - for him. I was his caretaker. Whatever he needed - groceries or the flowers to be watered - I did it for him."
" So you and him were good friends?"
" Yes we - are you trying to say I did it?" Captain Stottlemeyer only stared back at her. " Captain, I'm sure he had a few enemies but I was certainly not one of them."
" Do you know of anyone who can be classified as an enemy?"
" Well let's see......he was a little rude with the other people who live up here. He didn't like other fishermen fishing on his property. Actually I don't think he liked anyone doing anything on his property. Most of his enemies were probably his neighbers." Ms. Summer's said trying to be as polite as she possibly could.
" Anyone imparticular who threatened Mr. Tithers or yelled at him."
" No, no I think they all had their fair share of fights with Mr. Tithers."
" Do you know there names?" Stottlemeyer asked taking a pad of paper and a pen out of his jacket to prepare to write down the names.
" Uh - Mr. Ford, Mrs. Harley, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Monk -"
" Wait - Monk?"
" Yes. Mr. Monk. He lives about three cabins down. He's lived there for about two years now."
" What's his first name?" Adrian asked cautiously. He had to wonder why a Monk would want to live up here with all this dirt and filth.
" Daniel. Did he do something wrong?" Ms. Summers looked around at everyone bewilderedly.
" No Ms. Summers, he's fine, but are you sure none of these people up here did anything to Mr. Tithers?" Stottlemeyer asked.
" I - I wasn't up here everyday. Only when he needed me. I suppose Mr. Ford and Mr. Holmes were the ones who were bothering him more then the others but not enough to kill him I don't think."
" Well, thank you for the information Ms. Summers. We'll get back to you." Ms. Summers knodded her head and put a tissue over her mouth as tears began to come down her eyes. An officer lead her away.
" Captain Stottlemeyer - Monk - I think you need to see this." Lieutenant Disher rushed over to them and handed Stottlemeyer a paper.
" What's this?" Stottlemeyer said staring at the document.
" We found a footprint in the garden bed right next to the door that was broken into. The shoe appears to be a size ten and a half. The brand might be Dr Scholls. It definitly isn't Mr. Tithers." Disher then handed the captiain a bag with the bloody knife in it. " The weapon has fingerprints on it and look at this." Disher flipped the knife over inside the bag showing the name " Whispering Woods Cabins" written on it with a permanent marker.
" You know, Adrian wears a size ten and a half in Dr. Scholls. " Sharona blurted out. " Sharona " Adrian whispered angrily. " Well - you do Adrian."
Stottlemeyer and Disher looked at each other and then Disher said, " Monk, could you come in the house for a second?"
*
Sharona, Captain Stottlemeyer, Lieutenant Disher, and Adrian entered the victim's house weaving in and out of other officers and detectives working on finding clues. Adrian followed the captain and lieutenant all the way into the dining room. They all sat down except for Adrian who began to straighten the pictures on the wall and clean the glass with the sleeve of his jacket.
" Monk - MONK!" Stottlemeyer said. Adrian turned around and looked at the captain who was pointing at an unoccupied seat. " Sorry, I - " he quickly turned around and wiped the last picture and then sat down.
A few seconds later an officer came in with an ink pad, a lap top computer and a piece of paper. He sat down next to Adrian and opened the ink pad.
" Wait, what - "
" We're just checking your fingerprints, Monk."
" Fingerprints? But I couldn't have done it. I was fishing."
" And crashing the boat that we now have to pay for." Sharona added under her breath.
" Well, it'll take an autopsy to make sure, but we believe Mr Tithers has been dead for at least twelve hours." Stottlemeyer said sadly. " You could've killed Mr. Tithers at night when everyone was asleep." He would've never thought Adrian would ever be a suspect for anything.
" Captain, I didn't do this. This is crazy. You know I could do this." Adrian said as the officer with the ink pad grabbed his reluctant hand. Adrian stared at the pad of ink as if it was a pool of sharks and his hand was being lowered into it. " There's no need to - " The officer smashed Adrian's fingers into their inky hell.
" I NEED A WIPE!! "
(Thanx 2 all the peeps who reviewed my first chapter. Sorry that the spacing was a little messed up and the spelling wasn't very good. Give me a break - it was my first try. The rest of the story should hopefully B more easy 2 read so grab some popcorn, get comfortable and ENJOY! :o)
Chapter 2 Fingerprints
Hours later, Captain Stottlemeyer and Lieutenant Disher, along with a few detectives and other officers, arrived on the scene. As they investaged it, Adrian and Sharona listened to Captain Stottlemeyer question Ms. Summers, the woman who had been screaming.
" So why, exactly, were you in Mr. Tither's house? " Captain Stottlemeyer asked the shaking woman. She had brown hair with a few gray strands. She looked about forty-five. It was obvious she'd never seen anything like this before.
" I - I wasn't really in the house. I was right out side looking in."
" So what were you doing there?" Stottlemeyer asked putting his hands on his hips.
" I work - I mean worked - for him. I was his caretaker. Whatever he needed - groceries or the flowers to be watered - I did it for him."
" So you and him were good friends?"
" Yes we - are you trying to say I did it?" Captain Stottlemeyer only stared back at her. " Captain, I'm sure he had a few enemies but I was certainly not one of them."
" Do you know of anyone who can be classified as an enemy?"
" Well let's see......he was a little rude with the other people who live up here. He didn't like other fishermen fishing on his property. Actually I don't think he liked anyone doing anything on his property. Most of his enemies were probably his neighbers." Ms. Summer's said trying to be as polite as she possibly could.
" Anyone imparticular who threatened Mr. Tithers or yelled at him."
" No, no I think they all had their fair share of fights with Mr. Tithers."
" Do you know there names?" Stottlemeyer asked taking a pad of paper and a pen out of his jacket to prepare to write down the names.
" Uh - Mr. Ford, Mrs. Harley, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Monk -"
" Wait - Monk?"
" Yes. Mr. Monk. He lives about three cabins down. He's lived there for about two years now."
" What's his first name?" Adrian asked cautiously. He had to wonder why a Monk would want to live up here with all this dirt and filth.
" Daniel. Did he do something wrong?" Ms. Summers looked around at everyone bewilderedly.
" No Ms. Summers, he's fine, but are you sure none of these people up here did anything to Mr. Tithers?" Stottlemeyer asked.
" I - I wasn't up here everyday. Only when he needed me. I suppose Mr. Ford and Mr. Holmes were the ones who were bothering him more then the others but not enough to kill him I don't think."
" Well, thank you for the information Ms. Summers. We'll get back to you." Ms. Summers knodded her head and put a tissue over her mouth as tears began to come down her eyes. An officer lead her away.
" Captain Stottlemeyer - Monk - I think you need to see this." Lieutenant Disher rushed over to them and handed Stottlemeyer a paper.
" What's this?" Stottlemeyer said staring at the document.
" We found a footprint in the garden bed right next to the door that was broken into. The shoe appears to be a size ten and a half. The brand might be Dr Scholls. It definitly isn't Mr. Tithers." Disher then handed the captiain a bag with the bloody knife in it. " The weapon has fingerprints on it and look at this." Disher flipped the knife over inside the bag showing the name " Whispering Woods Cabins" written on it with a permanent marker.
" You know, Adrian wears a size ten and a half in Dr. Scholls. " Sharona blurted out. " Sharona " Adrian whispered angrily. " Well - you do Adrian."
Stottlemeyer and Disher looked at each other and then Disher said, " Monk, could you come in the house for a second?"
*
Sharona, Captain Stottlemeyer, Lieutenant Disher, and Adrian entered the victim's house weaving in and out of other officers and detectives working on finding clues. Adrian followed the captain and lieutenant all the way into the dining room. They all sat down except for Adrian who began to straighten the pictures on the wall and clean the glass with the sleeve of his jacket.
" Monk - MONK!" Stottlemeyer said. Adrian turned around and looked at the captain who was pointing at an unoccupied seat. " Sorry, I - " he quickly turned around and wiped the last picture and then sat down.
A few seconds later an officer came in with an ink pad, a lap top computer and a piece of paper. He sat down next to Adrian and opened the ink pad.
" Wait, what - "
" We're just checking your fingerprints, Monk."
" Fingerprints? But I couldn't have done it. I was fishing."
" And crashing the boat that we now have to pay for." Sharona added under her breath.
" Well, it'll take an autopsy to make sure, but we believe Mr Tithers has been dead for at least twelve hours." Stottlemeyer said sadly. " You could've killed Mr. Tithers at night when everyone was asleep." He would've never thought Adrian would ever be a suspect for anything.
" Captain, I didn't do this. This is crazy. You know I could do this." Adrian said as the officer with the ink pad grabbed his reluctant hand. Adrian stared at the pad of ink as if it was a pool of sharks and his hand was being lowered into it. " There's no need to - " The officer smashed Adrian's fingers into their inky hell.
" I NEED A WIPE!! "