While Jordan made her call, Max asked Leland:
"Don' t you have any connections?"
"Not in the Pasadena P.D"
The barkeep sighed heavily. They were so close, yet so far. He couldn't believe it.
Soon, Jordan got off the phone and told them what Woody had said.
"James Hawet sold a vacuum to my mom in 1972.."
"A lot of good that information does us if we can't find him." Leland answered.
"We just need to keep looking" Sharona told them.
Meanwhile, Monk noticed that some of the books at the bookstore's small display window were rather crooked so he went back inside to fix them. Then, unsatisfied with how they were arranged, he started to move the books around.
"Where's Monk?" Leland asked suddenly.
"Guess." Max rolled his eyes and pointed to the display window. Soon, the gang could see the store owner, with angry pantomiming, yelling at Monk to leave the display alone.
"You'll thank me later" Adrian told the owner, as he started to organize a shelf of books close to the entrance.. To his eye, they were disorganized, crooked, and misplaced.
"Let's go!" Max called him from the front entrance, as Sharona came in.
"Adrian, this isn't the time! "¨the nurse tried to be patient.
"I said let's go!" the bar owner entered the shop , roughly took the books from Monk's hands, and threw them on the floor. For him it was infuriating that Adrian would distract from the investigation of his wife's murder to organize some books.
"What the…..!!" Monk exclaimed with a pained face as he looked and pointed at the books that were on the floor. "Look at what you just did!!!"
"Leave! Or the rest of 'em go on the floor!!" Max threatened.
"Max!!" Leland joined the foray. "He'll think better if we just let him do this." The captain could see that the sleuth was getting distressed.
"He's right" Sharona said. "It's okay Adrian, just put them back."
"But just this one shelf!" Jordan warned.
TBC