"So, you wanna do this alphabetically? Or by the Dewey decimal system?" Max glowered at the sleuth.

The gang gingerly took out the books, and sorted them based on Adrian's specifications. The sleuth himself put the books back.

"Which pile?" Max showed his daughter a book.

"Either that one…" she doubtfully pointed in one direction. "or that one" She changed the direction of her finger.

" Gee that was helpful." The bar owner told her mordantly.

"Several of those books shouldn't be in that pile." Adrian told the medical examiner

"Medical school was way easier than this!" Jordan complained sharply. Monk's categories and system for the task at hand were rather complex.

"Somehow, that does not surprise me" Leland commented.

Two hours later, they finally finished the shelf.

"Let's do this one" Adrian pointed to a shelf across from the one they had just finished. It did not seem right to him to leave that one undone.

"Oh for the…." The captain fumed with clenched teeth.

Max and Jordan's faces betrayed their anger.

Quickly, Sharona took the sleuth aside.

"Which is more important?" she hissed. "Catching a murderer or fixing a bookshelf?" the nurse crossed her arms.

"Catching a murderer." Adrian answered sheepishly.

Reluctantly, he left the bookstore with the others.

"Wipe!" the sleuth demanded when they got out.

Sharona opened her purse and looked for them. After a few minutes, the sleuth started to get irritated

"I'm out." She told him.

"We have to go back to the hotel!" Adrian started to panic. He couldn't be without his wipes.

"There's a pharmacy across the street" Leland said. "Let's buy some from there."

Unfortunately, the store lacked the brand, which Adrian preferred.

"Why don't you just use these?" Jordan asked impatiently as she showed him a package.

"It's not the same."

"It is the same thing!" the medical examiner argued in a loud voice, her patience wearing even thinner than before. "Same material and ingredients."

"Trust me. It's not the same"

"Look!" Jordan began. "I'm a doctor, and when I tell ya that it's the same, then it's the same."

"Is there a problem?" a store clerk asked them. He had heard the two arguing.

"No." Sharona said with embarrassment.

"Then please keep it down." He warned.

Thinking fast, the sleuth asked. "Do you have Sunshine wipes?" He hoped that they might have some in the stockroom.

"I'll go check." The man didn't mind helping ; maybe getting the brand this customer wanted would quiet things down.

Moments later, he came back with three packages.

"We had some out back."

"Thank you" the nurse said.

TBC