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A short woman with long black hair all dressed in black was dragging the lifeless body of a man into what appears to be the study of an extravagant mansion. She pulled out a phone cord from her jacket and tied it around the man's neck. She pulled it real tight so that there was bruising on his skin in the shape of the phone chord. She then calmly walked out of the study and out the front door to her car and drove away like nothing had happened. The next morning, the victim's youngest brother Mark found the body and called the police.
Adrian Monk was sitting on his bed with every pair of shoes he owned perfectly aligned with each other laying on a table in front of him. He had one shoe on his left hand and he was polishing it with his other hand. He felt that his shoes were in dire need of getting a shoeshine. All of a sudden Monk's front door flew open and Sharona Fleming came storming through.
"Adrian, where are you?" she shouted.
"I'm…I'm in here, in my bedroom."
"What were you thinking when you barged in on my date with Ryan last night?"
"Well, I was thinking 'is Sharona okay?' You stopped answering your phone after the first time I called, so I had to make sure that you were all right."
"Adrian, you called me because you got pepper up your nose! I told you to only call if it was an emergency!"
"That WAS an emergency," Monk shouted. "I could have suffocated. Death by pepper. What a horrible way to die."
"Monk! All pepper will make you do is sneeze a few times. Every time you called I had to check my phone to make sure it wasn't Benjy. Do you know how rude it is to look at a cell phone while somebody's talking to you?"
"No, no I don't," Monk said matter-of-factly.
"Well, it's pretty bad. He told me that it just wasn't working out, so we should break up. All because of YOU, Monk!"
"Mmm… it's all for the best. I didn't like that guy anyway," Monk said.
"Oh, oh, well I guess it's okay since you didn't like him. It doesn't matter that I thought he was great and we might have a future together. Nope. Adrian Monk didn't like him, so it's all for the best that he DUMPED ME!"
Just then the phone rang. It was the mayor calling to ask Adrian about investigating a murder that happened last night. It turned out that the police's prime suspect, Julian Sluvay, was an old buddy of his and he just couldn't believe that he could do something like that. Adrian told Sharona and they were off to the victim's house.