"No Ballistics match? " Nigel began to say doubtfully. "Wouldn't that also mean that he made his own bullet?"
"No the bullet itself could be identified, just not the marks left on it" Max clarified. One aspect, among others, of doing ballistic matches had to do with how most guns left their own scar on a bullet shot out of them. "I think we should go to the house" he suggested.
"No...he should help Nigel look for similar cases" Jordan knew that Adrian could sift through and sort case files more efficiently than several people.
Gingerly, Adrian sat next to Nigel at Jordan's computer.
"First, let's take look at the morgue's internal database to see if we can find anymore local cases." He told Monk, who attempted to clean between the keys with one of his wipes.
"Jordan?" Dr. Garret Macy, the medical examiner's boss and friend, said as he came into her office. "You sure got over that flu pretty fast" He glared at her and worried. Sometimes Jordan's obsession with solving the murder of her mother worsened to the point of putting her over the edge mentally and emotionally.
"Garret......this is Adrian Monk, and his assistant Sharona" Jordan replied.
"Hi.." the nurse greeted as she shook Garret's hand.
"Hi..." Adrian said, as he refused to do the same
"I've heard about you" he told Monk, as he picked up on the germ phobia. Fellow Medical Examiners during seminars, symposiums and such had told tales of Adrian's abilities. "You're here about her mother's case aren't you?"
"Yes" Adrian responded.
"Dr. Macy? The D.A is here to see you" a clerk announced.
With a repressed sigh, Garrett whispered to Jordan:
"We'll talk later" Then left.
"I think I should go to the crime scene" Adrian announced.
Soon, he, Max, Sharona, and Jordan were at the Cavenaugh home. Once they entered, Monk began to straighten all the picture frames in the living room. Then, he did a bit of dusting, and general organizing. This bothered everyone, especially Jordan and Max.
"Jordan didn't bring you all the way here, so you could reorganize my house!" Max hissed.
"Okay..okay....." With a sigh, Monk began to examine the area where the body of Jordan's mother had been found. Intensely, he examined the floor by bending his back and his knees, then walking around in that position. Everyone watched him curiously.
Sometime later, he gestured for a wipe, and picked up, after some effort, what looked to be a black, solid speck. "Looks like it's been there for a while......"he remarked.
Quickly, Jordan got a small plasic, ziplock bag, and a relieved Monk dropped it in.
"What can you tell us?" she asked him, as he examined the speck.
TBC