"See, it's not that bad." Natalie said as they walked into the house
"Things sometimes aren't what they seem." He looked around nervously.
"Well that'll be all I guess."
"No, no, no you're not gettin' out that easy, we haven't even been here a minute."
"Haven't I ever told you that I have ESP, I happen to know he didn't die here and- and that he…. he didn't leave any evidence here either. So I guess we'll be going now."
"Nice try…look Mr. Monk I don't like being here anymore than you do so lets just look around for five minutes and we can leave…ok?"
He fixed his collar and tilted his head. "Sure I-I guess."
He looked around; he noticed a gum wrapper on the floor and quickly asked for tweezers. The guard gave him a pair and asked him if he had a lead. Monk laughed, sometimes people thought he was god.
"It's just a gum wrapper." Monk said to the guard.
"Right." said the guard sarcastically, "I'm sure." The guard rolled his eyes and started talking to another officer in the corner.
He looked at the rapper and examined it carefully. The inside had a triangle drawn. The triangle started at the left but then started at the right.
"Natalie! Look this, this is the exact same way the foot prints were made."
He asked the guard for a bag. He grabbed the wrapper and handed it to him. He looked around the apartment one last time.
"Five minutes is up, Natalie."
"Wow, Mr. Monk, you're impressive. No wonder why you don't wear a watch."
"It's a gift … and a curse."
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