Finished with the kitchen, Adrian asked. "Where do you keep the vacuum?"
"My son isn't paying you to clean this house!" Alan griped.
"It helps him think" the assistant argued.
"Tell him where it is dad" Charlie said. He could relate to Monk's needing his environment to be a certain way in order for him to think.
Don came home to the sleuth vacuuming the living room. Charlie, Alan, and Natalie ate pound cake on the dining room table.
"So this is your idea of helping dad?" the F.B.I agent teased. "Hiring a house keeper?"
Alan quickly took his eldest son aside.
"This is your fault!" he scolded. "If you had taken the time to help your brother, he would not have hired this quack who calls himself a private detective!"
"He's a P.I?" Don wrinkled his face in skepticism and made a mental note to do a background check.
"With OCD…" Alan said. "He just comes into the house and starts to clean. Not a word about the case!"
"What's his name?"
"Adrian Monk"
Thusly, Don introduced himself to the assistant and Monk.
"Hi! I'm Don, Charlie's older brother"
"I'm Natalie and this is Mr. Monk" She pointed to Adrian and shook Don's hand. Discreetly, the agent took Charlie aside.
"Where'd you find this guy?"
"I read about him in the newspaper, when I was in San Francisco for a symposium." Charlie explained "He used to be a cop, but then he got severe O.C.D when his wife died from a car bombing."
"Okay…."
"Charles?" Adrian stopped his vacuuming for a minute. "Do you know of Hans having any enemies among the faculty?"
"No. CalSci is a pretty small school. Everybody would have known about it."
"What about students?"
"I asked around, they loved him!" Charles commented.
"I'll need to see the intersection"
"It's already nine o'clock!" Alan pointed to a window, and everyone could see the purple sky of night.
"We'll go tomorrow then." The sleuth continued his vacuuming.
TBC
