the figure up to a big, fat, whole number with lots of zeros at the end.
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Monk,” Slade said. “Do we have a deal?”
I looked at Monk. He sighed miserably.
“Yes,” Monk said.
Slade smiled. So did I. He had a nice smile. Now Julie and I could afford to have one like his. I made a mental note to get the name of his dentist.
“I am so pleased.” Slade held out his hand.
Monk shook it, then motioned to me for a wipe.
“Allow me.” Slade reached into his pocket and pulled out a travel packet of Wet Ones and offered a wipe to Monk. Oh, Slade was a smooth one. “When do you think you can start?”
Monk wiped his hand and glanced at his watch.
Slade took a Baggie out of his pocket and held it out to Monk, who dropped his wipe into it.
Slade sealed the Baggie. I took it from him and dropped it into a nearby Diaper Genie, twisted the ring, and sealed the Baggie in another bag. I hoped the anthropologists who examined it centuries from now would appreciate the effort.
“What a great idea,” Slade said, admiring the Diaper Genie. “I have to get one of those for my office.”
I had to hand it to him: He actually said it with a straight face. But I was worried that it was overkill and that even Monk would find it insincere.
But then Monk did something incredible.
He smiled.
“I can start today,” Monk said.
CHAPTER TEN
Mr. Monk Goes to Work
I ntertect was located on the twentieth floor of a high-rise in the financial district. I stopped by to fill out all the paperwork required to get us on the payroll and the health plan as soon as possible.
As I walked down the hall, I saw that each office had a window with a commanding view of the window of the building next door, but I guess that was better than no view at all. By my count, Intertect had at least thirty operatives—and those were just the ones with offices.
I was led to a vacant office that was set aside for Monk if he ever needed it, though I doubted that he would make the long climb up the stairs to see it unless there was a dead body there, too.
The office came with a sleek computer, sleek furniture, and an even sleeker assistant in her early twenties named Danielle Hossack.
She informed me that she’d graduated from McGill University in Montréal with a degree in psychology, spoke three languages, and had a black belt in tae kwon do. She was also blessed with the body of a lingerie model. She didn’t tell me that. It was obvious from what she was wearing, which qualified more as underwear than clothes.
In fact, all the women I saw at Intertect were young, gorgeous, and scantily clad.
Slade was in for a big disappointment if he expected me to dress that way.
He hadn’t mentioned what my salary would be and I’d forgotten to ask. When I saw the figure on one of the forms, I blinked hard, hoping it wasn’t a mirage. It wasn’t.
I could almost hear Ricardo Montalban whispering in my ear. Welcome to Fantasy Island .
“Is there something wrong?” Danielle asked. I’d been so mesmerized by my salary figure that I hadn’t realized that she was still standing beside the desk.
“No, no, everything is wonderful,” I said, and I meant it. “Have you worked here long?”
“Two years,” she said.
I wondered if she made as much as, or more than, I did, but I didn’t ask.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” she said. “I have learned so much. Nick is an amazing man.”
“He must be,” I said. “Lots of detectives leave the force to become private detectives but few are as successful as he is. What’s his secret?”
“Substantial capitalization and abundant charm,” she said. “He made some wise investments in the stock market ten years ago and used his profits to start the company. I’ve learned that successful detection is a combination of determination, intuition, and getting people to give you what you want. Nick is a real people person. He can win over anybody he
“You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Monk,” Slade said. “Do we have a deal?”
I looked at Monk. He sighed miserably.
“Yes,” Monk said.
Slade smiled. So did I. He had a nice smile. Now Julie and I could afford to have one like his. I made a mental note to get the name of his dentist.
“I am so pleased.” Slade held out his hand.
Monk shook it, then motioned to me for a wipe.
“Allow me.” Slade reached into his pocket and pulled out a travel packet of Wet Ones and offered a wipe to Monk. Oh, Slade was a smooth one. “When do you think you can start?”
Monk wiped his hand and glanced at his watch.
Slade took a Baggie out of his pocket and held it out to Monk, who dropped his wipe into it.
Slade sealed the Baggie. I took it from him and dropped it into a nearby Diaper Genie, twisted the ring, and sealed the Baggie in another bag. I hoped the anthropologists who examined it centuries from now would appreciate the effort.
“What a great idea,” Slade said, admiring the Diaper Genie. “I have to get one of those for my office.”
I had to hand it to him: He actually said it with a straight face. But I was worried that it was overkill and that even Monk would find it insincere.
But then Monk did something incredible.
He smiled.
“I can start today,” Monk said.
CHAPTER TEN
Mr. Monk Goes to Work
I ntertect was located on the twentieth floor of a high-rise in the financial district. I stopped by to fill out all the paperwork required to get us on the payroll and the health plan as soon as possible.
As I walked down the hall, I saw that each office had a window with a commanding view of the window of the building next door, but I guess that was better than no view at all. By my count, Intertect had at least thirty operatives—and those were just the ones with offices.
I was led to a vacant office that was set aside for Monk if he ever needed it, though I doubted that he would make the long climb up the stairs to see it unless there was a dead body there, too.
The office came with a sleek computer, sleek furniture, and an even sleeker assistant in her early twenties named Danielle Hossack.
She informed me that she’d graduated from McGill University in Montréal with a degree in psychology, spoke three languages, and had a black belt in tae kwon do. She was also blessed with the body of a lingerie model. She didn’t tell me that. It was obvious from what she was wearing, which qualified more as underwear than clothes.
In fact, all the women I saw at Intertect were young, gorgeous, and scantily clad.
Slade was in for a big disappointment if he expected me to dress that way.
He hadn’t mentioned what my salary would be and I’d forgotten to ask. When I saw the figure on one of the forms, I blinked hard, hoping it wasn’t a mirage. It wasn’t.
I could almost hear Ricardo Montalban whispering in my ear. Welcome to Fantasy Island .
“Is there something wrong?” Danielle asked. I’d been so mesmerized by my salary figure that I hadn’t realized that she was still standing beside the desk.
“No, no, everything is wonderful,” I said, and I meant it. “Have you worked here long?”
“Two years,” she said.
I wondered if she made as much as, or more than, I did, but I didn’t ask.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” she said. “I have learned so much. Nick is an amazing man.”
“He must be,” I said. “Lots of detectives leave the force to become private detectives but few are as successful as he is. What’s his secret?”
“Substantial capitalization and abundant charm,” she said. “He made some wise investments in the stock market ten years ago and used his profits to start the company. I’ve learned that successful detection is a combination of determination, intuition, and getting people to give you what you want. Nick is a real people person. He can win over anybody he
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