Adrian stared at the parking spot, which was black…whether it was from all the gasoline from the years or from Trudy's bomb Monk may never know. He looked at the spot intently, hoping that there would be some clue that would just jump out at him. As he was staring at the spot he saw a dark green stain on the cement. With nothing better to do he bent down as close to the ground as Adrian Monk could get, and sniffed the stain.

"It's just gas" Monk said with a disappointed scowl. "Well what were you expecting, Monk?" He asked himself.

Monk stood up again and continued to look at the parking spot. His eyes drifted to a place on the cement that was a little ways away from the parking spot. He noticed another dark green spot that was identical to the first, and another and another. He saw there was a trail that led to the parking garage's elevator. Once he got closer to the elevator, Monk once again bent down and sniffed the ground. The spot seemed to smell different this time. It no longer smelt like gasoline…Monk assumed that that was because it was no longer surrounded by gas stains but now it was all by its self. Adrian tried to determine the smell of the stain but could not.

Monk took a step into the elevator, took out his handkerchief and used it to hold the "door open" button. He looked on the floor and sure enough there was a dark green stain in the ugly carpet.

"Don't these people ever clean up around here?" He asked himself as he continued to look around the small elevating room. As Monk looked at the walls he saw a place where the light was shining on the wall at the perfect angle to see small dents in the wall as if someone was using it as a hard surface to write on. Monk walked closer to the wall and tried to read what it said.

All that Adrian could read was "Warrick". Monk's eyes shot open as he remembered that Warrick was the name of the man who made the bomb.

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Stottlemeyer stared at the T.V. and rolled his eyes.

"They come up with the most ridiculous shows now in days. I mean what about this is reality? If they were ever to make a real reality show it would be some guy named Bob going to work, sitting at a desk, filing things and making copies…then it would show him coming home, paying the bills and watching basketball till he fell asleep on the couch." Just then the phone rang. "Oh thank goodness!" Stottlemeyer said as he gladly flipped off the T.V. and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Captain! I'm glad I got you!"

"What is it Monk?"

"I found a clue!"

"To what Monk? I don't have you on a case right now."

"I know that Captain." Monk said. "It's a clue to the Trudy case!"

Stottlemeyer sat up strait in his chair at the news. "WHAT?"

Monk laughed a 'monkish' like laugh. "I felt the same way, which is why I need you here."

"Ok! Well where is 'here'?"

"I'm at the garage! Hurry!"

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"Here Monk." Stottlemeyer said handing Monk a piece of paper. "We ran a test on that stain."

Monk took the paper and started reading.

"What was it?" Natalie asked as she tried to read over Monk's shoulder.

"It was some kind of acid used to power batteries…we believe that the acid might have been used for the battery in the bomb."

Monk looked up at Stottlemeyer and then slowly dropped his eyes back to the piece of paper in his hand.

Just then Randy came up with another piece of paper in his hand. "Captain. We did a rub off of those dents in the elevator."

Stottlemeyer snatched the piece of paper from Disher and looked at it. "It looks like our man used the wall to write a check." Stottlemeyer said handing it to Monk.

Adrian looked at the paper that read:

10/5/96 Warrick Tennyson 10,000 Ten Thousand

Monk had a sharp pain go up his spine when he read that his wife's life was only worth $10,000. Someday this person would pay.

"You might have noticed that the signature was a bit hard to read. " Randy said. "I can take it to the lab and have them check it out."

"You do that" Stottlemeyer said taking the piece of paper and handing it to Disher.

Monk had a very sad expression on his face. "Mr. Monk…are you ok?" Natalie asked as she reached behind him and began rubbing his back.

"Ten Thousand Dollars……..My wife…was worth Ten………..Thousand…Dollars." Monk said and then lifted his head to look at Natalie. "They put a price of Ten Thousand Dollars on my wife's life."

Natalie saw the pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Monk." She didn't know why she was apologizing…but 'I'm sorry' was the only thing she could say.

Monk nodded "Yeah…" He said. "…Me too."