"Look, I don't know about this," said Carolyn. "I mean, why wouldn't I
recognize his voice? And the guy I went out with sure didn't look like a
teenager." "Denial can be a powerful thing," Monk replied. "If you were
convinced enough that a nice guy like him wasn't capable of it, his voice
could have sounded different to you. As for what he looked like, he might
have a glandular condition that makes him grow abnormally. He could have
been deepening his voice then, too. Like I said, this is our only suspect,
and I'm asking you to please help us."
As Carolyn was led to a sketch artist, Disher walked beside Monk. "Are you sure about this? It sounds like something I would come up with," he said. Monk turned and said, "Do me a favor, Randy. Don't ever say that to me again."
While they were waiting, Sharona said to Monk, "Adrian, have you given any thought to what you're going to do once you find this guy?" Monk shrugged. "Ask him about his parents. That is the whole reason we're doing this, right?" "Okay, and what then?" Monk took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about that every day since it happened. And now I have a pretty good idea." Sharona asked, "And what's that?" but got no response. Monk appeared to be lost in thought. "Is it done yet?" Stottlemeyer asked as he appeared beside them. "Should be, it's been a while," said Disher. Just then, Carolyn got up and the artist showed them what he'd drawn. It was a young man with blond, wavy hair, brown eyes, a thin moustache, and a mole on his right cheek. Stottlemeyer said, "Okay, I'll have the whole city combed for this guy."
Sharona noticed that Monk had a troubled look on his face. "What's wrong?" shed asked. "I don't know, I suppose-well, I've always taken a prominent role in the cases I've helped on, right?" Sharona nodded. "And now, when I should have that prominence more than any other time, I'm just being dragged along like luggage." "Adrian, don't say that. You came up with the idea that it could have been her date, right? Who knows if any of these guys would have come up with that? It's because of you that they're looking for him now."
"I guess so," he responded. "Look, I'm seeing if there's anything at the crime scene I missed. There's not much more I can do here."
At home, Adrian sighed as he ate dinner. Just like before, he had not come up with anything, and was now totally dependent on the other cops to find the man he was looking for.
The phone rang, causing him to drop his fork. He cringed as he saw the chicken dripping juice onto the table. As Monk answered the phone, he quickly went for his wipes. "Adrian?" Sharona's voice said. "Yeah, it's me," he replied as he wiped up the juice and put the fork back on the plate. "Well, I'm just calling to check up on you. You've been kind of 'off' today." "Well, I'm fine. Thanks, though. Guess we'll just have to keep waiting."
He hung up and starting eating again. Almost immediately, the phone again rang, and he dropped the fork onto the table again. Picking up the phone as he went for another wipe, he was surprised to hear Stottlemeyer's voice. "Find anything at the site?" "No, is that all this is about?" He stopped wiping for a second when Stottlemeyer spoke again. "Not exactly. We've brought the guy in."
As Carolyn was led to a sketch artist, Disher walked beside Monk. "Are you sure about this? It sounds like something I would come up with," he said. Monk turned and said, "Do me a favor, Randy. Don't ever say that to me again."
While they were waiting, Sharona said to Monk, "Adrian, have you given any thought to what you're going to do once you find this guy?" Monk shrugged. "Ask him about his parents. That is the whole reason we're doing this, right?" "Okay, and what then?" Monk took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about that every day since it happened. And now I have a pretty good idea." Sharona asked, "And what's that?" but got no response. Monk appeared to be lost in thought. "Is it done yet?" Stottlemeyer asked as he appeared beside them. "Should be, it's been a while," said Disher. Just then, Carolyn got up and the artist showed them what he'd drawn. It was a young man with blond, wavy hair, brown eyes, a thin moustache, and a mole on his right cheek. Stottlemeyer said, "Okay, I'll have the whole city combed for this guy."
Sharona noticed that Monk had a troubled look on his face. "What's wrong?" shed asked. "I don't know, I suppose-well, I've always taken a prominent role in the cases I've helped on, right?" Sharona nodded. "And now, when I should have that prominence more than any other time, I'm just being dragged along like luggage." "Adrian, don't say that. You came up with the idea that it could have been her date, right? Who knows if any of these guys would have come up with that? It's because of you that they're looking for him now."
"I guess so," he responded. "Look, I'm seeing if there's anything at the crime scene I missed. There's not much more I can do here."
At home, Adrian sighed as he ate dinner. Just like before, he had not come up with anything, and was now totally dependent on the other cops to find the man he was looking for.
The phone rang, causing him to drop his fork. He cringed as he saw the chicken dripping juice onto the table. As Monk answered the phone, he quickly went for his wipes. "Adrian?" Sharona's voice said. "Yeah, it's me," he replied as he wiped up the juice and put the fork back on the plate. "Well, I'm just calling to check up on you. You've been kind of 'off' today." "Well, I'm fine. Thanks, though. Guess we'll just have to keep waiting."
He hung up and starting eating again. Almost immediately, the phone again rang, and he dropped the fork onto the table again. Picking up the phone as he went for another wipe, he was surprised to hear Stottlemeyer's voice. "Find anything at the site?" "No, is that all this is about?" He stopped wiping for a second when Stottlemeyer spoke again. "Not exactly. We've brought the guy in."