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going to be pretty upset that he paid for nothing. He is going to want his money back.”

“Do you really think the hit man is going to give him a refund?”

“We’ll see,” Monk said.

Thank God for National Public Radio and Starbucks.

If it weren’t for All Things Considered, I would have had to spend the next few hours talking to Monk instead of listening to thoughtful left-wing news and liberal commentary, though I could have lived without the constant pleas for pledge money. They should just install coin slots in car radios and be done with it.

If it weren’t for the Starbucks two doors down from my car, I would have gone thirsty, hungry, and had no restroom to use. But after all the coffee I drank, I was so wired by nightfall that my hair was practically standing on end and I could pick up the NPR broadcast without turning on the radio.

Even so, the hours crawled by very slowly. And I had to stay alert the whole time.

It wasn’t because I had to do my part in the surveillance of the building. It was because I had to keep my eye on Monk.

I had to stop him from going out and chastising drivers for not parallel parking properly.

I had to stop him from giving some window washers lessons in correct window washing technique.

I had to stop him from putting money in other people’s parking meters to keep them from dipping into odd numbers of remaining minutes.

And I had to stop him from arresting an old lady who let her dog urinate against the fire hydrant that was in front of Burgerville headquarters.

“You’ll blow our cover,” I said.

“But what if there’s a fire?”

“The fire department will come and put it out,” I said.

“With what?”

“Water,” I said.

“Not from that hydrant,” Monk said. “It’s inoperable. ”

“No, it’s not,” I said. “It can still be used.”

“There is urine all over it,” Monk said. “No fire-man would dare touch it, nor would any other human being.”

“Firefighters run into burning buildings,” I said. “They aren’t going to care about some dog pee on a fire hydrant.”

“They would if they knew,” Monk said. “We should call and warn them. Call Joe right now. He can get the word out faster than we can.”

“Every fire hydrant in the city has dog pee on it, Mr. Monk. It’s how dogs mark their territory. I can guarantee you that every male dog that has passed that hydrant has pissed on it.”

He looked at me, wide-eyed. “No.”

“It’s what dogs do,” I said. “The firefighters know this.”

Monk swallowed hard. “And they still use the hydrants?”

“Of course they do.”

“They are the bravest men on earth,” Monk said somberly.

“You may be right,” I said.

“But if my house is ever on fire, whatever you do don’t call the fire department.”

“Why not?”

“I would rather be cleansed by fire than be hosed down with dog urine.”

It wasn’t until a few minutes after eight p.m. that something finally happened. Andrew Cahill drove out of the garage in his black Maybach, a car that Mercedes made to make its other cars seem affordable.

I started my humble Jeep.

“What are you doing?” Monk said.

“Getting ready to follow Andrew Cahill,” I said.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because he’s going to lead us to the hit man,” I said.

“Isn’t he?”

“He’s not the one who hired the hit man,” Monk said.

“Then why aren’t we parked outside of Veronica Lorber’s house?”

“Because she didn’t hire him either,” Monk said. “Archie Applebaum did.”

29

Mr. Monk and the Revolving Door

I looked back at the Burgerville headquarters, where Archie sat at his desk, reading the San Francisco Chronicle.

“The security guard?” I said. “He’s the guy who is supposed to protect Lorber, not kill him.”

“That’s why he was in the perfect position to get away with murder,” Monk said. “He not only knew when Lorber came and went, he also had access to the security system. He didn’t have to steal Lorber’s card, he just made one for the assassin with the same encoding. The hit man didn’t have to guess when Archie would be away from his desk, Archie told him. The hit man didn’t have to figure out where the security cameras were, Archie gave him the specific locations.”

“What pointed you to Archie?”

“I knew we were looking for an inside man. Archie is the one person with access to everything, from the security cards to the shredded documents,” Monk said. “And, being an ex-cop, he’s also the person most likely to have the contacts who could put him in touch with a hit man.”

“But why would Archie want to hire an assassin to kill his boss?”

“This isn’t just Archie’s job. It’s his future. He was relying on his pension for his retirement,” Monk said. “Somehow Archie found out that Lorber had pillaged the pension plan. Archie was so angry about it that he decided to get revenge.”

It made sense. Then again, it also would have made just as much sense for Andrew Cahill or Veronica Lorber to have hired the hit man.

“What evidence do you have that it was Archie?”

“None at all,” Monk said.

I gave him a look. “None?”

“Not even a candy wrapper,” Monk said.

“Then how are you going to prove you’re right?”

“I don’t have to,” Monk said. “Archie is going to prove it for me. That’s why we’re here.”

“How can you be sure it’s going to happen tonight?”

“I’m not,” Monk said. “But eventually Archie and the hit man are going to meet.”

“Eventually?” I said.

“What else do you have to do tonight?” Monk said.

“Eventually could be a very long time, Mr. Monk.”

He shrugged. “It’s okay. I don’t have any other plans.”

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