Disclaimer: Monk belongs to the USA Network/Sopranos to HBO

Spoilers: Sopranos-"Long-term Parking"

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Monk and Sharona found the apartment that belonged to Christopher Moltisanti. Sharona knocked on the door.

Inside the apartment a young, thin man with black curly hair and a fairly big nose stumbled off his leather couch and pulled out his gun. He crept over to the door and looked through the peephole. He didn't recognize the two people standing on the other side of the door, but they didn't look like they were part of Johnny Sack's crew, so he felt it was safe to yell out, "Who is it?"

Monk jumped at the sudden sound of the deep voice. He put his head near the door and said, "Um…hello? I'm Adrian Monk, and this is my assistant Sharona Fleming. Could we talk to you for a minute?"

"About what?"

"Look, would you just open the door?" Sharona pleaded with him.

"Go away! I don't want to talk to anybody."

"Well, we're just gonna stand here and bother you all day until you talk to us," Sharona said.

Christopher sighed and slipped the gun into the top of his pants in the back. He opened the door and stared at the beautiful blond woman and the fidgety, nervous looking man. "What can I do for you?"

"We need to ask you a few questions about your fiancée, Adriana," Sharona said.

"Can we come in?" Monk asked.

Christopher stuck his head out the door and looked up and down the hall to make sure that nobody was there, and he backed out of the doorway to allow Monk and Sharona to enter. The apartment was a mess, clothes were all over the floor, dirty plates were in the kitchen, and empty bottles were everywhere.

"Do you drink, Mr. Moltisanti?" Monk asked as he started gathering the bottles with a wipe and throwing them into the trashcan.

"No…well, I guess I've been drinking a little bit since Adriana left. Before that I was sober for months."

"After you went to rehab," Monk said.

"Yeah. Who told you that?"

"Nobody. I was just taking a wild guess."

"Yeah, right. You ask a lot of questions, Mr. Monk, but so far none of them have been about Adriana. How do you guys know her anyway?"

"She was my best friend when I lived in Jersey. Her mother asked us to find her," Sharona said.

"Adriana never mentioned you. I would have remembered you," Christopher said.

Sharona got a look of disgust on her face and moved a little closer to Monk. "What do you think happened to her, Mr. Moltisanti?" Sharona asked.

"Please, call me Christopher. I came home one day and all her stuff was gone. She probably left with some guy from the club and never looked back. I can't believe I trusted that bitch."

"What makes you think that she ran off with someone, Christopher?" Monk asked as he walked over to the kitchen and started cleaning up the dishes.

"You, sir, can call me Mr. Moltisanti. Why would she run off alone? She must have gone with some prick from the Crazy Horse."

"The Crazy Horse?" Monk asked.

"Yeah, that's where she worked. I bought the club for her. What are you doing?"

"I'm just…cleaning up a little. You'll thank me later. What do you do for a living, Mr. Moltisanti?"

"I'm in waste management," Christopher said with a face of stone, as if he was warning Monk not to ask further about it.

"Well, I think that's all we need to ask you," Sharona said. She got Monk's attention and said, "Let's go."

When Monk and Sharona were outside walking back to their car Sharona asked, "So what do you think?"

"I think he's lying. He knows what happened to her. Did you see all those bottles? He knows something bad enough to drive him back to the bottle. And he definitely does more than waste management. I saw a bulge under his shirt in the back, it looked like he had a gun in his pants."

"So what are you saying?"

"Sharona, I'm saying that we're dealing with the mob here. We should just stop. We should go home."

Sharona stopped on the sidewalk and grabbed Monk's arm. She turned him around to face her. "Adrian, we can't leave. We can't let a bunch of criminals say that stuff about Adriana. She wouldn't have been engaged to that creep if she didn't love him, and you heard the things that he was saying about her. We at least need to find the truth for her mother, and she can decide what to do with it. Adrian…she was my best friend."

Monk looked into Sharona's eyes and he saw the desperation in them. He took a deep breath and then said, "Okay. Let's go find the truth."