make it work, Natalie.â
âYour life is out there now,â I agreed. âYou have a house. And Sharona . . . Oh, how is her cold? I forgot to ask.â
âHer cold is doing great. But my baby girl is cranky times ten. Itâs good to be away.â
âWell, at least her family is nearby. And all her friends in Summit.â
âOh, Sharona hates Summit. Sheâs constantly talking about moving back here. And the house is a rental.â
âThis is only temporary,â I reminded him.
âAbsolutely. As soon as we solve the captainâs case . . . Look at this.â He unzipped his duffel. âI keep a journal, ever since I started on the force. I brought the one from two thousand eight. Itâs got both cases fully outlined. I think itâll be a great help.â He pulled out a thick blankbook with â2008â handwritten on the cover and doodles of what looked like dinosaurs surrounding the numbers.
âGreat,â I said, and handed him the armload of fresh towels Iâd been holding. âIâll let you get settled.â
Randy and I had an early lunch of PB&J sandwiches in myâmake that ourâkitchen and we caught each other up on all the gossip. I knew many of the players in Summit politics, having worked there for a short time as a police officer. It was hard to believe they were still giving him such a hard time about arresting the mayor, although if they ever caught a glimpse at his journals, it wouldnât help his credibility.
We picked up my partner on Pine Street in front of his building. âGood to see you, Lieutenant,â said Monk as they automatically changed seats. Monk will only ride shotgun, which Randy knew, of course. It was just like old times.
âPolice chief,â Randy corrected him. Okay, not quite like old times.
I was glad not to see Trudy at the captainâs bedside. Shehad been on duty almost nonstop and was taking the afternoon off to go home, treat herself to a shower, and take the other male in her life on a long walk to the park.
I was not glad to see A.J. The bulky lieutenant had a folder full of papers strewn over the bed and together, with the captain raised to a sitting position, they were reviewing something or other. I didnât ask.
âMy God, Randy.â Stottlemeyer nearly jumped to his feet. With everything that had been happening, neither Monk nor I had thought to inform him. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âI came to help track down your killer.â Randy stammered, âNo, I didnât mean that. I mean your would-be killer. Not that I wouldnât come back to track your real killer. Iâd do that in a heartbeat. Next time.â
âGood old Randy.â The captain laughed and this time did get out of bed, hugging his old partner to the front of his hospital gown. There were no wires connecting Leland to a heart monitor and he no longer looked like he needed one. âPolice Chief Disher, Iâd like you to meet my partner, Lieutenant A.J. Thurman.â
The two men shook hands and I couldnât help noticing the differenceâRandyâs sweet, open expression going face-to-face with the lieutenantâs pinched and suspicious one. âGood to meet you, Chief. I joined the force the year after you left. But Iâve certainly heard enough stories about Randy Disher.â There was a hint of ridicule in his tone that Iâm not sure Randy caught.
âYouâre a sight for sore eyes, buddy.â Stottlemeyer easedhimself back down. âBut what makes you think you can help?â
This is where Monk took over, explaining his theory that the killer must have been referring to one of the two cases that happened during our extended European jaunt. âI worked on all the other cases involving the captain and Judge Oberlin. And since no one is sending any death threats my way . . .â
âHey, what
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