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a whole different story.

I didn’t do anything for him that anybody else with a lot of patience couldn’t do just as well. Or that he couldn’t do for himself if he put his mind to it.

I was convinced that Monk didn’t really need an assistant anymore; he just liked having someone there to talk to and to deal with the little things in life that might otherwise distract him from what he did best, which was solve murders.

So was I really messing up his life that much by leaving for a week?

No, I reassured myself, of course not. It wasn’t as if he were all alone in the world. He had Dr. Kroger and Captain Stottlemeyer and the temp worker to turn to for help.

That was more than enough.

At least I hoped so.

And I hoped that I’d stop feeling guilty long enough to enjoy my trip.

Mr. Monk and the Pill

I had to leave the house at five A.M. to make my eight-o’clock flight to Honolulu. I drove to the airport, stowed my car in long-term parking, and took the shuttle to the terminal. I stood in a long line at check-in and waited in another at security and still got to the gate with twenty minutes to spare before boarding.

Adrian Monk was the furthest thing from my mind as I settled into my narrow economy-class seat for the five-hour trip.

The flight attendants were all Hawaiian or Polynesian women wearing floral aloha shirts and red hibiscus flowers in their hair.

A video of palm trees, waterfalls, and pristine Hawaiian beaches screened on all the plane’s TV monitors. Hawaiian music—that gentle rhythm of ukulele, ukeke, steel guitar, and native chants flowing like the tide, lapping at the white sand—played softly throughout the cabin.

I closed my eyes and sighed. The plane was still on the tarmac at LAX, but mentally and emotionally I was already more relaxed than I’d been in weeks. The clatter of passengers getting settled, the murmur of conversation, the wail of babies crying, the hum of the engines, and even the sweet Hawaiian music all faded away.

And before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

I was awakened seemingly an instant later by the gentle nudge of a flight attendant asking me if I wanted breakfast.

“You have a choice between a cheese-and-mushroom omelet, macadamia-nut pancakes, or a fruit platter,” she said, pulling out trays from her cart and showing me the entrées.

All of the choices looked gross to me. Even the fruit looked as if it had been soaked in grease.

“No, thanks,” I said. I glanced at my watch and was surprised to discover I’d actually slept through takeoff and had been snoozing away for forty-five minutes.

“If she’s not going to have it, I’ll take it,” a man said. I knew the voice, but I had to be wrong. It couldn’t possibly be who it sounded like.

“You already have a meal, sir,” the flight attendant said. I tried to see who she was talking to, but I couldn’t see past her cart.

“But I’m almost finished with my omelet, I’m still hungry, and I’d like to sample the pancakes,” he said. “If she’s not going to eat her meal, what difference does it make who does?”

No, it wasn’t him. He’d never say what I’d just heard. He’d never get on a plane. And he’d certainly never sit in an odd-numbered seat in row thirty-one.

What I was hearing was my guilt tormenting me. Yes, that had to be it.

The stewardess forced a smile, took a tray of pancakes and handed it to the passenger on the other side of the cart.

“Mmmm,” the familiar voice purred. “Looks mighty tasty. Thank you, sweetheart.”

It can’t be.

She pushed her cart along, and Monk smiled at me from across the aisle, his mouth full of pancakes.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he said. “This is delicious.”

I blinked hard. He was still there.

“Mr. Monk?”

“Hey, we’re off the clock, sister. The Monk says, let’s keep it casual.”

“The Monk?”

“You’re right, still too formal. Call me Chad.”

“Chad?”

This was too much, too fast. I was either still asleep and dreaming this whole encounter, or, worse, I was awake and delirious.

Monk leaned into the aisle and whispered, “Chad is more tropical than Adrian, don’t you think?”

“What are you doing here?” I whispered back.

“Going to Hawaii, of course,” he said.

“But you hate to fly.”

He ignored me and nudged the heavyset man sitting beside him. The passenger was wearing a too-tight bowling shirt and plaid Bermuda shorts.

Monk motioned to the man’s breakfast plate. “Are you going to finish that sausage?”

The man shook his head. “It’s too salty and I’m on a restricted diet.”

Monk speared the half-eaten sausage with his fork. “Thanks.”

The man stared at Monk in shock and so did I.

“You’re not going to eat that,” I said in disbelief.

He sniffed the sausage. “It smells good. I think it’s smoked.”

And with that, he chomped half the sausage and offered the remainder to me across the aisle.

“Want the rest?”

I shook my head and pushed his hand away. The sausage fell off the fork and landed on the floor. Monk snatched it up.

“Two-second rule,” he said before plunking it into his mouth.

Now I was convinced that this couldn’t really be happening. I turned to the child in the seat beside me. She was about ten years old and was listening to her iPod.

“Excuse me,” I said.

She pulled out her earphones. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Do you see a man in the seat across the aisle from me?”

She nodded.

“Could you describe him?”

“He’s a white guy wearing a dress shirt that’s buttoned up to his neck and a sport coat,” she said. “Isn’t he going to be awfully hot in Hawaii?”

“What’s he doing?”

She looked past me and giggled. “Sticking his tongue out at me.”

I turned and looked at Monk, who was pulling his mouth open wide with his fingers, wiggling his tongue, and rolling his eyes at the girl.

I swatted him.

“What is the matter with you?” I asked.

I was relieved to know I wasn’t nuts. But that didn’t explain Monk’s bizarre behavior,

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