Both men covered their months in shock and nausea.
"Oh my hell!" his friend, Tom, exclaimed. "Is it even real?"
"Smells real" Charlie said.
After taking several digital photographs at different angles and calling the police, Charlie called Monk, who fortunately for him, had just finished a case and was free.
"Is Monk home?" he asked Natalie, who answered the phone.
"Yeah why?"
"Someone sent me a dead pigeon's head."
"Ugh" she said, and put the phone on her shoulder. "Mr. Monk! It's Charlie the math guy! Someone sent him a pigeon head."
"When did this happen?" Adrian asked as he got the phone.
"Today." The professor told him. "I need you to come to New York"
"Why?" The idea of flying made him panic and temporarily lose some IQ points.
"Look, why don't I just send you the pictures, for now?" Charlie sighed. "By email."
"I don't email, but Natalie does."
So, the assistant gave Charlie her email address, and just then the police came to ask some routine questions.
A mere hour later, Natalie had printed versions of the photographs, which Adrian studied closely.
"The bird was beheaded by a Wüsthof Trident kitchen knife." He told the mathematician when they had their next conversation.
"Aren't those expensive?" Charlie remembered that Don had gotten Alan a set for his last birthday.
"Yes."
"Anything else?"
"The bird was alive when it was beheaded."
"How can you tell?"
"The look in its eyes"
This sent shudders up Charlie's spine.
TBC
